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Springer: *watching the pale blue femme who's waiting tables, turns to look at Mirage* New waitbot? Or did somebody get an upgrade?

Mirage: New gal... *looking around, relaxes a bit when he doesn't see whomever or whatever it was he was expecting to see*

Springer: *absently kicking something under his feet and producing a clanking sound* How'd a pretty little thing like her wind up out here? And what's her name? *kick kick clank*

Mirage: *Reflexively* Quit kicking Duststorm... She asked me if I needed a waitress, and since nobody else was interested, I gave her the job... *A bit snarkily as a dark-colored, strange-looking femme strides in* And why don't you go and ask her?

Springer: He can't feel it. *clank kick* The last time I tried talking to a femme you hit me in the head with an energon tank. *optics go to the dark femme, and then back to the blue one* Besides, she's seems to be busy waiting on Harrier's every whim.

Mirage: *absent scowl, tries to ignore the dark-colored femme*

Meanwhile

Scattershot: *in Rumrunner's Captain seat, having an epic sulk-fest* //I still don't see why I couldn't have posed as a femme... I'm pretty enough to pull it off...//

Mistfire: *as she smiles at the over friendly and very tax arriered bounty hunter and bats her temporarily Autobot blue optics at him* //You need more than looks to pull this off, Gorgeous.//

dRumrunner: *blinking in confusion at Scattershot, then looking at Wheelie* But Mistfire's the girl.

Scattershot: //I've been mistaken for a girl before... Even when I was talking to the mech!// *Sulk*

Wheelie: *nodnod, watching Scattershot sulk*

Mistfire: //You still need more than looks.//

Scattershot: //And why do you get to wear all the pretty shinies?//

Mistfire: *glances down at self* //I'm only wearin' three.//

Wheelie: *scampers off to go get something out of his craft kit*

Scattershot: //That's the whole set though...// *Yes, he's sulking... at least until Wheelie sticks something on him*

dRumrunner: *giggles and hurries over to help his brother*

Scattershot: //Ack! They're sticking me with stuff from Wheelie's craft kit!!!//

Mistfire: *displaying perfect, shyly smiling poker face now* //Sticking you how?//

Scattershot: //Gluing it to my armor!!! ACK!!!// *SQUIRM*

Wheelie: *not sticking anything to Scattershot's doorwings, as he knows that'd just be inviting trouble*

Mistfire: //...Gluing what?//

dRumrunner: *finds a big fat red sharpie... ohhhh! He'll make Scattershot pretty!*

Scattershot: //Those little jewel thingies... Ohslag... Gotta go... Rumrunner's drone is approaching me with a sharpie.// *Bolts*

Mistfire: *snerks inwardly and resumes flirting with the tax evader*

Some time later

Springer: *has his feet on Duststorm and his head on the bar. Is sooo comfy, if only certain bots would leave him alone*

Torque Minor: *Trying yet again to get Springer and Duststorm to get up and go back to their quarters*

Springer: *shrugs the white helmeted mech's hand off his shoulder* Lemme 'lone. *then bolts to his feet as a yell of sheer terror comes from the dark corner where Harrier is sitting*

pale blue waitress: *is now pale pink, lilac, and cornflower*

TM: *attention going that way, hand going for his weapon, stops when he sees Mistfire, snerks*

Dark colored femme: Oh, slag... *hides*

Mirage: ... *facepalm*

Mistfire: *smirking as she lifts her stasis cuffed captive to his feet and shoves him toward Torque Minor* You have the right to remain silent, but know that memory retrieval devices can and will be used against you....

Springer: *bibbles and tries to aim his butt back at his stool. But the stool's kinda little and wobbly....* *sits on Duststorm instead* ...Hey, how the slag did I wind up down here?

TM: *grabs the stasis cuffed mech, calls Inferno to come get Springer and Duststorm*

Mirage: *watches as the dark colored femme tries to sneak out the door*

Mistfire: You know my bank code, Torky. *grins at him, then lifts her voice without turning* Hey, Stella, need a ride home?

TM: *nods as he carries the mech out the door*

Stiletto: *Frantic headshake, PINpoints away quickly*

Mistfire: *snerk* So, if I could get my pay, Mirage.... *saunters over and leans on the bar. Grin*

Mirage: *gets out a credit chit, studies it, before getting a second one out* The second one is for getting that kid to go home.

Mistfire: *smirk gets enormous* Yeah, I can just imagine what Sunshine'd think of her hangin' around a place like this.

Mirage: The kid's not even half my age... She's way too young.

Mistfire: *leaning her elbow on the bar, one foot on Duststorm* Think her old man's gonna think of that when he finds out?

Mirage: ... *throws an empty energon tank at Mistfire*

Mistfire: *laughs and PINpoints back to Rumrunner, leaving Inferno to be pwnt as the tank continues on its way*

Wheelie: *having an epic gigglefit*

dRumrunner: *sitting still as the whole ship giggles*

Mistfire: *saunters onto the bridge toward the sound of Wheelie giggles* *smirk* Do I wanna know?

Scattershot: *having an even more EPIC sulkfest, is COVERED with the little shiny stickers that Wheelie got out of his craft kit, and wearing red sharpie lipstick*

Mistfire: *stops and looks at him for a looong moment* Well... you wanted ta wear shinies.

Scattershot: *SULK.*

Mistfire: *looks at Wheelie* How waterproof're these things, Slugger?

Wheelie: Umm... *goes to get the package and show it to Mistfire. The stickers aren't waterproof at all*

Mistfire: Too bad. Can ya pull 'em off and save 'em?

Wheelie: *gonna try to do that now. Would prolly be easier if Scattershot would hold still*

Mistfire: Gorgeous.... *hand going toward his credit slot*

Scattershot: Torky's gonna pay us as well, right?

Mistfire: Oh yeah. This is just what I managed ta squeeze outta Mirage. *smirk*

Scattershot: *turns so his credit slot is within reach, acks when Wheelie goes after one of the stickers in a particularly ticklish spot*

Mistfire: *puts the cred chits away, then slips her arm around his neck and tucks her head under his chin*

dRumrunner: *carefully picking stickers and returning them to their sheet* I like this kind of glue.

Wheelie: *nodnod*

Mistfire: *little nestling motion*

Scattershot: *Snuggles*

Mistfire: *quietly* Kid was there again.

Scattershot: ... *soft sigh* This is the fifth time this week...

Mistfire: Yup. I know what she's after now.

Scattershot: *raised brow ridge* Really?

Mistfire: *nods even as she uses her free hand to offer the boys all the stickers that had been on Scattershot's front*

Wheelie: *Works on putting the stickers back on the sheet*

Scattershot: //Mind giving me a clue?//

dRumrunner: *checks the rest of Scattershot* That's all of 'em.

Mistfire: //Maybe later.//

Wheelie: :3 *pouncesnuggles dRumrunner*

dRumrunner: *giggles and hugs brother*

Scattershot: //...Did I just get 'Yes Dear'-ed?//

Mistfire: *leans back and smiles at him from under her optic shutters* //Wanna take a shower?//

Scattershot: *small grin* //Sure.//

Mistfire: *looks down at the boys* 'Runner, you got the bridge.

dRumrunner: *salute!* Yes, sir! *giggle*

Wheelie: *Gigglefits even more*

Mistfire: *grins at her little ones, and then catches her mate's hand and leads him off the bridge and through the corridor to their quarters and the compact washrack*

Scattershot: *looking forward to getting sticker residue, and sharpie, washed off*

Later

Mistfire: *lifts her head from where she was napping on her favorite body pillow* *slight yawn* Forgot somethin', Gorgeous.

Scattershot: *unshuttering his optics just a bit* Hmm?

Mistfire: *squirms around a bit to hang over the edge of the berth and reach underneath it*

Scattershot: What'd you forget? *Curious*

Mistfire: *gets a box and twists around a bit more so that she's sitting next to him. Offers him the box and a smirk*

Scattershot: *curious headtilt as he accepts the box and opens it*

box: *contains a heavy platinum armband expertly tooled and studded with large pink gemstones and accented with tiny dark blue ones*

Scattershot: *optics widen and then he's making pleased sounds as he snuggles Mistfire*

Mistfire: *smirks and kisses him on the cheek* Lets see how it looks, Gorgeous.

Scattershot: *grins and carefully puts the armband on*

Mistfire: *very wide grin*

Scattershot: *Happy mech is happy, and can has shiny!*

Mistfire: *liiiiiikes what she sees*

Scattershot: *kisses Mistfire on the cheek*

Mistfire: *snuzzle* Guess we should go see how many sparkly things Slugger 'n 'Runner have all over the command chair.

Scattershot: *nod*

Mistfire: *gives him a kiss first, then hops up and goes to check on the little bots*

Scattershot: *Gets up and follows after Mistfire*

dRumrunner: *looks up from where he's sitting in the command chair, his face a mask of sparkly things* :D

Wheelie: *Giggling and trying to stick even more sparklies on dRumrunner*

Mistfire: *chuckles* Dang, those're some @#$#@$#@in' mods, 'Runner.

dRumrunner: *grin widens* Wheelie's a good decorat... oooooooo! Wheelie, lookit 'Shot!

Wheelie: *looks over, biiig grin* 'Shot's gotta BIG shiny! *Giggle*

dRumrunner: Pretty! Can I see?

Scattershot: *grins and moves closer so the youngbots can have a good look* Mistfire got it for me.

dRumrunner: It looks really good on you!

Scattershot: *Grin* That's 'cause Mistfire's got good taste.

Mistfire: That's why I got you. *smacks him gently on the skidplate and goes to sit in the seat by the screens*

Scattershot: *Squeaks and razzes Mistfire, chuckling as he moves to sit in his usual seat*

Mistfire: *winks at him and settles down to steering her family home*

((co-written with

random_xtras))