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.

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[officerjuicebox]

He wishes he weren't drunk either, in some still screaming, still sober part of his mind. The part that would have stopped this immediately. Would have kept this little dance to something light and silly. Something that didn't lead here.

Lead to... him holding Prime as near to him as he would have back then. As if they had literally only been apart a few days instead of however long it had been.

As if he hadn't let him down.

Given that Optimus' faceplate is in the way, the kiss can't last long without being completely ridiculous. There's not much he can do besides press his mouth there, teeth parted. Then hold it a beat or two before he pulls back, though his face doesn't move far.

"... Don't forget me, okay?"

[optout]

Optimus is dumbfounded by the gesture, completely at a loss of what to do. Intimate acts weren't completely above him, although he never considered himself an option--something in his brain just assumed that no one would look twice at him.

There were other things to do, after all.

But when that kiss is given, his eyes are shot open wide, unable to really process any of this. At least...not now. Maybe after Prom he could discuss this with his friend.

For now....

"I...I won't, Roller. I never--"

His voice drops.

"I never did."

[officerjuicebox]

"Good, then..."

Maybe some part of his brain is realizing what he's done, even through the haze of all that alcohol. Because he trails off, looking awkwardly down at his partner, at a loss for what to say next.

So instead, he moves to lift his friend's chin up, looking at him for a moment or two, while his other hand keeps holding onto Prime, like it's afraid he's going to pull away and run.

"'Cause I'm pretty sure you're kinda... you're kinda... super unforgetable. You know what I mean?"

Wow, that was. Probably meant to go somewhere but it never did. Story of his life.

[optout]

He lets Roller do this, more out of sheer surprise than anything. His eyes are wide, like 75% Spinister as he locks onto the other's, unable to turn away even if he wanted to.

"I've...I appreciate that, partner."

Although a part of him wishes that would have helped Roller find him again. Another thing to consume himself with at a later point. "Don't stray from me. That's all I ask."

[officerjuicebox]

He just holds them both there like that for a while, looking down at him. Keeping still on the dance floor. Luckily enough, he's huge enough to where most would give them a wide berth. Perfect for buying time to do stupid, regretful things.

"Don't want to."

And it's the truth, despite the intoxication.

"Didn't ever want to."

As, yes. He is going to tilt his head down to press another one of those heated kisses against his partner's face.

[optout]

Oh no, kiss number two. Although this time, Optimus is prepared for it as he feels those lips press against his faceplate, eyes widening once again. His arms branch out to the bot's elbows, gripping them as he pulls away, slightly.

"I'll say it again, partner. You're intoxicated." Because...Roller would never say these things, not out loud.

His eyes cast down, as if the kiss was undeserved from the get go. "You're memorable too. I never forgot you after you disappeared."

Seriously, just ask what he named his trailer. You won't BELIEVE what he answers with!

[officerjuicebox]

It's done too soon. There's not the return he's expecting. There's no shift of face plate. Not... what he thought would happen if he just blurted those words out. Because it had seemed like such a good idea when he'd started.

Instead of kissing his partner at a party, he's staring down at a Prime on an alien planet. His brain is struggling to catch up with these realizations, struggling, while it also tries to focus on what's being said.

"But I'm... right here?"

He can't see Pax -- Prime -- 's face. That's not right. He tries tilting it up again.

"I'm not disappeared. I don't want to. Disappeared. I ... want to stay."

Stay here, and stay your partner.