ROOOOOBOT PROOOOM

[rodders]

Who: ALL ROBOTS.
Where: THE FORUM
When: RIGHT THE FUCK NOW
What: ROBOT PROM
Warnings: teenagers making out, galvatron doing his thing, a throwdown between first aid and tarn over sixshot. usual prom shit.


ROBOT PROM

the punch has been spiked, the music is whatever they could scrape together, and there’s bleachers to make out behind. takes place OUTSIDE in the forum so there's plenty of space and people can easily crash it.

prom king is optimus prime, prom queen is pipes.

please behave as irresponsibly as you would at real prom.

comment around, mingle, you all know the drill.

Comments

[auramatic]

Drift's had a drink or two, letting himself loosen up a little more than he's usually prone to. The engex here is basically swill, given the equipment they have, but it's still a step above some of the tankrot they used to brew in the Decepticon ranks. He's hanging by one of the half-crumbled forum walls, hanging back from the crowd a little, but apparently contentedly watching. He glances at Rodimus, optics fuzzy and casting a faint halo of light around them in the cool evening dark.

"Dance?" He smiles slightly. Somehow it seems a little easier than his usual smile. He sets his glass down on the wall, where it'll quickly be forgotten, and holds out a hand. "Yeah, sure. Of course."

[rodders]

The grin that Rodimus gives Drift at his acceptance threatens to split his face in two, taking Drift's hand in his own and pulling him after him onto the place generally designated as a 'dance floor'. Can Rodimus dance? Barely. But it's not for a lack of enthusiasm or willpower. Drift'll find that out in a moment, but for now Rodimus is just going to wrap one arm around Drift's neck as he pulls him in close.

"Not bad of a turnout if I say so myself," he says, referring to the party. But Drift's here and if he's gonna be completely honest with himself, that's really the important part here. At least for this moment. He'd probably have been put out if no one else had showed.

[auramatic]

Drift can feel his spark flare warmly in his chest at that smile, but it's the arm wrapped around him that brightens his smile. It's nice just to be touched like this. It's a connection Drift treasures.

"I have to say, I'm impressed." Drift's hands settle at Rodimus' hips, one thumb absently brushing over the edge of the plating. "You had the right idea here. I think everyone really needed something like this."

He casts his gaze downward, seeming to notice the freshly welded badge on Rodimus' chest, and his optics brighten a shade. "Rodimus..."

[rodders]

Drift's even words of reassurance are something Rodimus has known he'd missed - not the validation, although he can't deny that's always good - but the fact they mean that Drift is here, with him. He's still not over that, of having Drift back, and he's flooded with relief and warmth at the fact.

He's about to say something about the party, but then Drift notices the badge and his own smile widens. "Yeah." Not that he regrets giving his to Drift, no. He'll never regret that. "Ratchet made it for me. Out of his leg."

Weird, but he's not about to argue with Ratchet about it. Not now, anyway.

[auramatic]

"Rodimus, that's -- his leg?" The soft, warm expression on Drift's face evaporates immediately into one of discomfited uncertainty. There goes the tender moment. He doesn't pull away, though, keeping Rodimus close with warm hands on his plating. "The one he lost to Tarn?"

[rodders]

"You're using part of his leg to talk. Weird, right?" Well at least they had a moment. Still, this is nice - looking up at Drift and grinning. Something he wasn't sure if he'd have again after Overlord. After Tarn. "Yeah. Guess he's kept it around."

[auramatic]

"Yeah, I've seen it around the medibay, I just didn't think he'd -- " Drift stops, really stops then, still close to Rodimus but no longer moving to the music as a pale light of realization fills his optics. He pulls a hand from around Rodimus to touch light fingers to his throat. He can still feel the scarring on the delicate cabling there. "Wait, he -- ? He never said anything about that..."

[rodders]

Oh my god Drift, can they stop talking about Ratchet when he's trying to dance with you? It's not helping the mood!

"Because it's Ratchet. Seriously, Drift, if you wanna have a chat about how weird it is to be talking with his leg I'm sure he'd love to."

He probably would not love to. But hey, That's not really Rodimus' problem. Right? Right.

[auramatic]

Give him a minute, Rodimus, he's a little preoccupied. Drift's face is still deeply thoughtful, unsure how to take this new information. He'd think Ratchet would mention something like that -- that's significant, cannibalizing your own body to fix someone else -- but... His fingers fall away from his throat, returning to trace lightly over Rodimus' hip.

"You're right, I'll -- talk to him later." Drift smiles a little, but even that small action has the effect of brightening his entire face, optics alight. "Glad we both have our badges back now, at least. You just...didn't look the same without yours."

[rodders]

Rodimus feels his own face relax, lips turning up in a smile to match Drift's. It's easier to do when he's around - the familiarity he missed with what felt like all of him.

"It felt odd. In a good way, I mean, since you had it." If he was the more poetic sort, he would have mentioned that it felt like a bit of him was walking around with Drift - he'd had that badge since the moment Optimus gave it to him after graduating from Autobot Academy. But he's not, so the thought stays unsaid. "Hey, I wasn't the only one wandering around badgeless. It suits you."

The Decepticon symbol scratched into his chassis doesn't count. It never counted.