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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[lifepersists]

What? What now? What did he just call him?

"Who's the actual coward here?!"

First Aid turns around in his retreat and comes right back over, taking advantage of Sixshot's flipping of the mech so he can kick up some dust and dirt into Tarn's face before the Phase Sixer can lift him. He loses his balance with the kick, wobbles, and lands on his aft.

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn struggles all the while as Sixshot flips him onto his stomach.

The sudden poof of dust that hits him in the face surprises him. He tries to lash while the medic was near but his reaction time is slowed by the effects of the engex. Instead, as Sixshot lifts him gently off the ground by one of his treads, he manages to twist ever so slightly in his grip, swinging his arm at First Aid only to miss completely and punch the sixformer square in the jaw with all of his might.

Realizing what he had done, Tarn’s eye’s widen and tanks turn as he sputters a drunken apology, only to promptly purge half processed engex in his own mask.

[phase6kindofbot]

Sixshot rears back with the unhappiest, pitched canine whine when First Aid stomps back over, pulling Tarn back with him to try and prevent further fighting-

The sudden 'CLONG' of a fist against his jaw nearly makes Sixshot drop Tarn, a startled yip escaping him. Fortunately for the other Decepticon, his friend manages not to, otherwise he'd be face first in even more puke.

"I think," he says gingerly, half muffled by tank treads. "That both of you have drunk enough for tonight."

[lifepersists]

Despite falling heavily on his aft enough it throbs with soreness, the sight of Tarn throwing up in his mask was worth it. First Aid dissolves into sadistic, drunken giggles, because at least if he can laugh at the mech's pain he can forget about his own.

"He can't hold his engex. What a sloppy mess!"

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn barely even hears First Aid over his own spinning fans. He does make a sort of weird, angry gurgling sound as he tamps down another wave of nausea. But, he doesn’t try to swing or kick at the medic


Instead, Tarn just hangs limply in Sixshot’s jaws, trying not to move and agitate the spinning in his processor. Vomit drips steadily from the bottom of his mask onto his chest plate.

[phase6kindofbot]

"Uh, well," Sixshot rumbles unhappily. He is very, extremely done with all of this and would like to stop standing in the middle of a roomful of people who knew about his sex life in extreme detail now please.

Please?

"You should go get one of the other medics to look you over," he says to First Aid as he starts dragging Tarn away towards a spot on the outskirts of the party.

[lifepersists]

"It's good to see you too!"

There's just something about Sixshot's behavior and the comment that makes First Aid's field flare with anger again. His fists ball up and he stuggles to his feet, stumbling from his inebriation.

"I don't need a medic. You have fun fragging your whore!"

And then his anger crashed and burned and the light started streaming from his optics. He transforms into his ambulance mode, the sirens silent, but the red lights flickering.