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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[sparkwhisperer]

The petulance that Pharma is feeling practically rolls off him in waves. Tarn smirks as he follows him a few paces back, silently stewing and glaring at him. What dramatics.

“One might think I blackmailed you into coming from the sour look on your face. Relax."

Fixing several glasses of punch, he holds one out for Pharma to take.

[pharma]

The way Pharma stares at the glass, you might think he was just handed a glass of crude oil instead of punch. He shakes his head, but begrudgingly takes it anyway, immediately downing a good half of it in one pull.

"Pardon me for not being ecstatic for possibly being associated with you. Again."

[sparkwhisperer]

"Yes of course." Tarn scoffs into his own up of engex, subtly rolling his eyes.

"No need to state the obvious. However, the punch is an improvement is it not? Perhaps worth the personal sleight that I seem to have committed against you in being seen in your presence." He drains his first cup easily in one go. "Shame on me."

[pharma]

"Oh, stop it. The overdramatic route doesn't suit you."

That's his thing, dammit. He takes another sip of punch, wings lowering slightly despite his original repulsion.

"Why did you bring me here? There are much easier ways to embarrass me, I'm sure."