Nexus. The Black Dog. More New Beginnings

[dens_extra_pups]

random Bonecrusher: Hey, oldbot, your girlfriend looks like a dog!

Jetfire: *checks to see if he's allowed to pwn that Bonecrusher*

Bonecrusher: *does not know about the AV field. Or about the no fighting in the Black Dog rule. However, right now he's on the porch*

Seaspray: *scowling from where she's sitting on Jetfire's knees*

Jetfire: *quietly to Seaspray* I got t'is 'un.

Seaspray: *looks up at his face, and then stands and steps away from him*

Bonecrusher: *barks at her*

Jetfire: *getting to his feet now* *says something positively vile about Bonecrusher's mom*

Bonecrusher: *snorts* I'm Vector Sigma issue. Nothing organic about me.

Jetfire: T'en obviously, Vector Sigma had indigestion when it made ye.

Bonecrusher: *too dumb and ornery to be insulted* *just barks again*

Jetfire: *scans this Bonecrusher for coordinates, in case he needs to tell Nem not to let the guy in later on*

Bonecrusher: *from some random G1 reality*

Jetfire: *smirk. Doesn't feel so bad about this now. Will move to bodily shove the Bonecrusher off of the porch*

Bonecrusher: *hadn't actually expected the old flybot to do that. Lands with a massive clank, and then gets up cursing*

Jetfire: 'N yer anot'er.

Bonecrusher: *whips out big gun and fires!*

Jetfire: Ye call t'at a gun? *out pops his on-board weaponry* T'ese 're guns! *open fire*

Bonecrusher: *flies*

Jetfire: *smug smirk* T'at'll teach ye t' insult a lady's honor!

Bonecrusher: *pauses right in the middle of calling for the rest of his team to go gurk as large hands close around his neck*

Scattor: Boring. *sends the mech to meet the local Constructicon contingent*

Seaspray: *blink blink*

Jetfire: *folding his weaponry away, will calmly head back to his seat on the porch*

hsvTracks: ...What was that all about? *looks around, wondering since he only saw the tail end of the disturbance*

Jetfire: Some idiot runnin' 'is yap. *getting seated comfortably again*

hsvTracks: Oh? What about? You're usually not that touchy, old timer. *comes up onto the porch, still just a tiny bit awkward in his Pretender shell*

Jetfire: I's got my reasons, lad.

Seaspray: *slaps Sparta flying, and then turns her head to look quizzically at Jetfire*

hsvTracks: *sidesteps Sparta, and then boots him because he knows he's allowed*

Jetfire: *now that he's comfortable, he'll offer to help Seaspray back onto his lap*

hsvTracks: *turns back in time to see that and boggles as the luxuriously coated young woman settles comfortably back on her seat* Well, this is interesting...

Sparta: *cheerful barfing sounds as he flips over and transforms*

Jetfire: *sticks his chin out a bit, even as his engines rumble contentedly*

hsvTracks: Anything you'd like me to tell your brother, Jetfire? *slight, quizzical smirk*

Jetfire: *considering look* Not'in' outta t'e ordinary. 'F 'e wants t' know, 'e c'n come visit.

Seaspray: *leans back comfortably and resumes enjoying the warm daylight*

hsvTracks: *brows quirk*

Jetfire: *content to sit and rumble quietly now*

hsvTracks: *expression goes to a lightly puzzled frown, but he just shrugs and nods, then heads inside. And then stops just short of the bar as he sees Blackout lift her head from the young mech she's cuddling to kiss the big black, red, and gold fellow who's hovering at her shoulder* *slowly continues to the end of the bar* Give me a singer, Mutt.

Mutt: Alright. What grade? *will get to mixing it once he knows how strong to make it*

hsvTracks: *wryly* Sparklet grade.

Mutt: *nods and sets to work*

hsvTracks: *casually, as he gently chases a datasprite around the bar top with his finger* So what's new for Blackout and her army?

Mutt: *as he works on making the singer* She's got a new kid, and there's a new femme on the team. Deherree keeps bringing her boyfriend home, and Jetfire has a pleasant distraction in the form of Seaspray.

hsvTracks: *brows lift as he turns his hand while the datasprite climbs it* Pleasant distraction?

Mutt: Yeah. They keep each other company, swap BS for BS, knock Sparta around when he gets really lippy... that sort of thing.

hsvTracks: So... a casual girlfriend?

Mutt: *shrugs as he offers the completed drink* I guess.

hsvTracks: Well. That's interesting. Thank you. *sips drink and watches Blackout a little more now*

Blackout: *leaning back and wincing happily as Greatshot rubs the kinks out of her shoulder cables. The young mech on her lap is laughing at her and she doesn't care*

hsvTracks: Who's the big fellow?

Mutt: Blackout's mate, Greatshot. The Jazz she was seeing returned to the Well awhile back... The new kid has his code.

hsvTracks: *startled sputter of his drink* He died? And she's claimed someone else? Already? I thought she fancied Jazz. *upset!*

Mutt: Jazz set 'em up from the Well. Greatshot was a friend'a his.

hsvTracks: *blinks, and then lowers his head and shakes it slightly* *quietly* That sounds like something Jazz would do. They seem to be happy together.

Blackout: See? This is how you do it. *tips head back to kiss mate again*

young mech: *taking notes. Has a big-eyed, hopeful face*

Mutt: *snerks* Yeah, well... It made the doofus happy seeing 'em both happy. 'N Jetfire likes the guy, 'n so do the kids, so it all works out. Greatshot even gets along with Grumbler.

hsvTracks: *sips his drink and looks up, brows lifting* What the deuce is a Grumbler?

Mutt: Not a 'what', a 'who'. She's the new person on the team.

hsvTracks: That's not a 'Con name.

Mutt: *shrugs* Tell that to her.

Nemesis: *mild stink eye for hsvTracks* None of the army is 'Con. And Grumbler started out Neutral. *glances toward whoops signifying another round of arm wrestling coming to a finish*

hsvTracks: My bad. *sips drink*

Mutt: *snerks and returns to bartending, will keep an optic on hsvTracks in case the mech needs a refill*

hsvTracks: *looks toward the door as he spots a flash of red. Lifts a hand to let a lovely red Aerialbot know where to bring his wife before she goes to find someone to arm wrestle*

hsvFlashpoint: *perks and brings Dixie to the bar*

Tracks: *as his free hand steals toward Dixie* *casually* There's an arm wrestling champ over at the centre table.

Dixie: *thinks she knows what you're up to, Tracks*

hsvFlashpoint: *grins* See y'all latah. Y'u c'n git back 'n y'ur own 'f y'u need t', rahght?

hsvTracks: *sniff* Oh, I should think so.

hsvFlashpoint: Good. 'Cause Ah mahght be awhal. *heads off for the center table*

Dixie: *amused headshake as she leans comfortably against her husband's hand* Th't girl. Nuth'n' but trouble.

hsvTracks: *smiles down at his lady* The champ she's going to challenge is Blackout's newest minion.

Dixie: Sh'ld Ah be worrehed?

hsvTracks: *lifts brows and smirks slightly* She's not related to Blackout, but Blackout has decided to keep her. That says something.

Dixie: ... Huh.

hsvTracks: Speaking of Blackout, look over there.

Blackout: *just sent the kid off brimful of advice on how to court the girl he likes, and also brimful of courage induced by cuddles. Is now totally focused on that shoulder rub*

Dixie: *blinks and tilts her head as she looks* Well, now, ain't th't s'meth'n?

hsvTracks: *lowers his head till his chin's nearly resting on the bar beside his wife* It looks like the old battle ax is in love.

Dixie: *very soft chuckle* Looks th't way t' me, too, Tracks.

hsvTracks: Who would've thought it. *amused* *but then blinks as a tiny silver form only about a foot taller than Dixie separates from the arm wrestling group and runs to climb Blackout's leg* What the deuce? That's a sparklet.

Dixie: *blink blink, looks* Huh...

Mutt: *coming back to check on hsvTracks* *chuckles as he sees the sparklet* There's Paean. She must've been watching the arm wrestling.

hsvTracks: *lifts his head slightly as he frowns with confusion at the bartender* But that's a sparklet.

Paean: *little sparklet sitting in her commander's grasp and holding up a finger for a drink, just like the big bots do*

Mutt: That's Blackout and Jazz's youngest. *chuckles again as Showtime moves to get the sparklet's order*

hsvTracks: But... a sparklet? *this doesn't compute with what he knows of the Warlady!*

Mutt: I wouldn't underestimate her. She is part Blackout.

hsvTracks: *watches the sassy little scrap of metal and circuits, still boggling that Blackout, who has always been visibly uncomfortable around baby bots, should have one and be rumbling to her and smirking like that*

Paean: *leaning back against Blackout's plating, slurping from her sippy cup and chattering up a storm about how many rounds of arm wrestling she won*

Showtime: *nodding as she listens and serves drinks*

Dixie: Huh... Cute li'l bit, though.

Mutt: Yeah... Well, I don't really know of any Jazz kid who wasn't a cute sparklet.

hsvTracks: *pointed glance over toward where Dreadnought just punched Apoleia in the head hard enough for the clang to echo over the rest of the bar sounds*

Mutt: *glances that way* *snerk* Nice.

hsvTracks: *dryly* Yes. Such a cute sparklet.

Mutt: *cheeky grin as he returns his attention to his work* For a Destron, yup.

hsvTracks: *smirks and watches Dreadnought and Apoleia choke each other as he pings the Bumblebee of his own reality* //'Bee, do you want to see something interesting?//

Bumblebee: //Bhuh?//

hsvTracks: *sends him a feed of little Paean, who is now chirping away at her mother and laughing just like Jazz*

Bumblebee: //Sparklet! Wait, whose kid is that?//

hsvTracks: *droll humour* //Blackout and Jazz's. However that Jazz has passed on.//

Bumblebee: //... Aww. So she's Dreadnought's sister, then?//

hsvTracks: //Yes. Though a trifle more charming.// *shows the choking*

Bumblebee: *sputtering now as he laughs*

hsvTracks: *decides to break a brain and shows him Blackout's shoulder rub in progress*

Bumblebee: *makes a strange sound*

hsvTracks: *shoulders now shaking very slightly with laughter* //What was that, Bumblebee?//

Bumblebee: //What the heck?!//

Dixie: *gives her husband a slight Look. Thinks he's up to something*

hsvTracks: *gives Dixie a charming grin. To 'Bee* //Why, that's just Blackout spending quality time with her mate.//

Bumblebee: //...Are you trying to yank my chain, Tracks?// *disbelief clear in his voice*

Blackout: *tips her head back for another kiss as Paean cheers approvingly*

hsvTracks: *sniff, though he's still highly amused* //Oh please. You know I don't play with feed editing programs.//

Bumblebee: //...// *can you just see him shaking his head?*

hsvTracks: *and then switches the feed for the image he snapped of Jetfire out on the porch bench cuddling that fluffy Lu girl*

Bumblebee: *makes an even funnier sound than before. Congratulations, Tracks, you just broke his brain*

hsvTracks: *looks insufferably smug* //What's that, Bumblebee? I didn't catch it.//

Bumblebee: *signs off with a click*

Dixie: Wh't did y'u do? *amused*

hsvTracks: *looks at her with twinkling innocence* I have no idea, darling. Bumblebee usually loves keeping up with current events.

Dixie: *snickerfitdie* Oh, y'u're terrible!

hsvTracks: *plays he's hurt* Oh! I'm wounded! *pings Skyfire*

Dixie: Y'u're fahn.

Skyfire: //Yes, Tracks?//

hsvTracks: //It's 12pm. Do you know what your brother is doing?//

Skyfire: //... I'd presume something that you find amusing?//

hsvTracks: //You make me sound like some sort of sordid gossip.//

Skyfire: *can you just imagine the LOOK he's got on his face?* //That's because you are, Tracks.//

hsvTracks: //Well then! I shan't bother you.// *looks so smug as he clicks the line*

Dixie: *amused headshake* 'N y'u wondah wh're Raoul gits 't. *chuckles and leans comfortably*

hsvTracks: *leans his face down next to her, mentally counting down the astroseconds till Skyfire pings him back* I really have no idea what you're talking about, darling.

Dixie: Uh-huh. Who'd y'u call?

Skyfire: *and there's the ping*

hsvTracks: *answers aloud and over comms* //Yes, Skyfire?//

Skyfire: //What is Jetfire up to, and how much trouble will it cause?//

Dixie: *snickerfitdie*

hsvTracks: *still aloud and over comms* //I'll not be a gossip.//

Skyfire: //Tracks...//

Dixie: *so glad she doesn't have anything to drink, as she's sure she'd have sputtered it by now*

hsvTracks: *feigned crossness aloud and over comms* //What?//

Skyfire: //You can't just drop a hint like that and walk away!//

hsvTracks: //I most certainly can, if what I said isn't welcome!//

Dixie: *shaking with silent laughter*

Skyfire: *frustrated sound* //Look. I just need to know if I need to bail Jetfire out of jail or if I can leave him alone!//

hsvTracks: *blinks, slightly startled* //Oh. I guess she is jailbait.//

Skyfire: //...// *closes the line with a click. Will likely be PINpointing in shortly*

hsvTracks: *slightly bemused smirk* Oops.

Dixie: *snickerfitdie*

Jetfire: *can be heard cussing out Skyfire now*

hsvTracks: I hadn't remembered that Seaspray's only nineteen. *sheepish expression as he puts out a hand for his wife and gets to his feet*

Dixie: *will move to climb onto her husband's hand* Nahnteen's legal wh're Ah'm fr'm.

hsvTracks: Is it? Mind you, Lu women only live to fifty. *holds Dixie close and goes to see what's happening on the porch, sidestepping Blackout's big female mammoth along the way*

hsvSkyfire: *one with his facepalm*

Jetfire: gently and carefully holding Seaspray close and TELLING his twin off*

Seaspray: *forehead wrinkled as she tries to figure out what the yelling's about, but she's still leaning against Jetfire*

Cow: *has also come out to see what the noise is, Sparky and Kid quiet curious sounds at her flanks*

Jetfire: *points out that Skyfire courted a younger femme, so what's the big bleeping deal?*

hsvSkyfire: *wants to crawl into a hole somewhere and hide now, thanks, bro*

hsvTracks: *from where he's standing behind Skyfire* Oh yes. Starscream is just a youngster too, isn't she?

hsvSkyfire: *startles, wings akimbo*

Jetfire: *cracking up now*

hsvSkyfire: *turning to hsvTracks* You're one to talk!

hsvTracks: *back straightens with dignity* I'll have you know that in human years Dixie is the cradle robber in our relationship, and I'm her kept toy boy!

hsvSkyfire: *sputtering as Jetfire cracks up even more*

Seaspray: *hiding her face on Jetfire's shoulder as her own shoulders shake*

Dixie: *now she's facepalming, though her shoulders are shaking as well*

Seaspray: *swallows laughter and turns her head to look at Skyfire* You know I'm only going to live till I'm fifty, right? I've already hit a quarter of my life expectancy.

hsvSkyfire: *blink. Blink!*

Seaspray: *smirks and settles more comfortably* I should probably be out collecting guys of my own kind, but this is comfy.

Steve the bio viper: *his grunt as Sparky swings him around in her trunk is the only sound that breaks the little silence that follows Seaspray's words*

Jetfire: *quietly pleased rumble*

hsvSkyfire: ... I really have no good argument for that.

hsvTracks: *pats the big white mech* Come inside, I'll buy you a drink to settle your nerves.

hsvSkyfire: *small nod* Alright.

hsvTracks: *turns and sidesteps the mammoths, then looks down at Dixie and winks humorously*

Dixie: *amused headshake*

hsvSkyfire: *moves to head into the 'Dog*

hsvTracks: *leads the way past the arm wrestling group and waves back to Paean, who is now up on Dreadnought's back. Then ducks Pink as she greets him on her way to go see Kid*

hsvSkyfire: *small smile, returns the wave that the friendly silver sparklet sends his way*

hsvTracks: Blackout's youngest sprog. *expression says he's still amazed about her having a sparklet*

hsvSkyfire: *blink blink* Huh. That's... Unexpected.

hsvTracks: *steps up to his place at the bar, and then casually glances toward Blackout*

Blackout: *sitting on Greatshot's knees with an arm around his neck. Is facepalming with the other hand and laughing at the story that he's telling her over the link that they've got going. One foot lifts to rest on Cow as the aged mammoth comes to stand in front of her*

hsvSkyfire: *looks to where Tracks is glancing, boggles with a surprised sound*

Dixie: *trying so hard not to snicker*

hsvTracks: *is boggling a bit himself* Dixie, darling?

Dixie: *looks to her husband* Hm?

hsvTracks: Are those two linking?

Dixie: *blinks and looks* Link'n'?

hsvTracks: *gives her a slightly impatient look* You know what that is. You've seen Flashpoint and Air Raid do it often enough.

Dixie: *blink blink* Huh. Looks lahk th'se two're link'n', th'n.

hsvTracks: My word. Is it an LOL, do you think? *glances at Mutt with a slightly blank expression as the bartender comes over*

Dixie: Dunno. *shrugs and looks back to her husband*

hsvSkyfire: Today has been confusing.

Mutt: And that's a problem?

hsvTracks: *looks at Mutt* Are you sure Blackout hasn't caught an LOL? *hint of plaintiveness in his tone*

Mutt: She's getting spoiled. *chuckles* Her words, not mine.

hsvTracks: My word. *turns his attention to Skyfire, intending to ask the mech what he'd like to drink, but then double takes and looks more closely at his wife*

Dixie: 'S s'meth'n' wrong? *worried*

hsvTracks: *eyes widen as he says the first thing that pops into his head* No alcohol for you.

Dixie: ... 0_0

hsvSkyfire: ...

hsvTracks: *quietly* She's big enough to just start showing, Dixie. You're NOT getting fat.

Dixie: *boggling muchly now*

Mutt: Huh. Congratulations. What type of fruit juice would you like? *going by what he knows about humans*

hsvSkyfire: Congratulations, Tracks, Dixie. *looking very brainbroken right now*

hsvTracks: *gentle touch for his wife's belly just where their unborn daughter is leaning, giving the baby the very slightest of pushes*

Dixie: *soft, surprised sound as the baby reacts by squirming*

hsvTracks: *pulls his hand away and looks at her, his optics shining* You haven't hit menopause yet, darling.

Dixie: *soft sound as she nods, is trying not to cry*

hsvTracks: *lays his head on the bar* Give us peppermint komboucha, Mutt. *to Dixie, smiling* We can tell the girls when they get to the house tomorrow.

Dixie: *small nod*

Mutt: Right. Two peppermint kombucha?

hsvTracks: Er. No. How horrid. I'll have a grape one.

Mutt: One peppermint kombucha, one grape kombucha. Got it. *goes to get the drinks*

hsvTracks: Don't forget Skyfire's order.

Mutt: *pauses and looks to the big flyer*

hsvSkyfire: I'd like a mid grade soother, please.

Mutt: *nods and heads off to get the drinks*

hsvTracks: *slips free of his Pretender shell, and then gently tells the drone that he can finish the mild drink that he'd ordered earlier. Retracts his suit then and turns to face Dixie*

Dixie: *moving to cling to you now, Tracks*

hsvTracks: *rubs her back, his face buried in her hair* *softly* You are amazing.

Dixie: *quietly* We's gonna need t' th'nk 'f a good name f'r 'er...

hsvTracks: *cuddles* Why don't we let her brother and sisters choose her name?

Dixie: *soft chuckle* Alrahght. *snuggles close, making another soft sound as the baby squirms yet again*

hsvTracks: *quiet gasp at the little movement against his stomach* Was that...?

Dixie: *small nod* Ah th'nk so.

hsvTracks: You've never felt that before? *lifts his head to look at her searchingly*

Dixie: *sheepishly* 'T's been neahleh nahn yeahs s'nce th' last tahm Ah w's pregnant... 'N th's tahm, Ah th'ght 't w's jes' mah guts react'n' badleh t' s'meth'n' Ah et.

hsvTracks: *realizes something* But you never became as disgustingly ill as Powerglide says his wife was.

Dixie: Morn'n' sickness ain't s'meth'n ev'ry w'man experiences.

hsvTracks: *smug and proud smirk says that he thinks she's amazing and obviously superior to Powerglide's young millionairess*

Dixie: *soft chuckle* Ah'll 'afta git th' babeh stuff fr'm wh'n Lizzeh w's born outta storage.

Mutt: *back with the drinks!*

hsvTracks: *snuzzles Dixie, and then lets her go with one hand to take her drink and offer it to her* I can't say I know anything about baby clothes. But if it's been nine years, won't they be out of style?

Dixie: Mabeh, but babehs don' give two licks 'bout bein' fashionable, 'n 's long 's th' clothes ain't threadbare, th'y'll be alrahght. *will reach for the offered drink*

hsvTracks: *hands her the glass* I don't know. Our baby needs to look as fabulous as she is. *takes his drink too* Thank you, Mutt.

Mutt: *nods and moves to give hsvSkyfire his drink*

Dixie: Th't c'n c'me latah. Mah main worreh's mak'n' sure she'll be warm 'n comfortable.

hsvTracks: *tries to access the 'net, and startles and grumbles as he remembers yet again that he hasn't got the capability*

Dixie: *recognizes that flinch* *patpat* Y'ur tablet's 'n th' chest c'mpahtment wit' Spahk.

hsvTracks: *gently taps his glass to hers* Lurch will remember it.

Dixie: *soft chuckle*

hsvTracks: *tips up his glass. Cheers!*

Dixie: *will sip at her drink, not sure if her guts will object to the fizzy drink*

hsvTracks: *answers her expression as he often does* You've been drinking it all along.

Dixie: *soft chuckle* Alrahght.

hsvTracks: *sighs, feeling tired* *sips his drink* *quietly* We should get back.

Dixie: Yeah... Th' 'oodlums'll be crawl'n' th' wall.

hsvTracks: *chuckles and tips his glass up*

Dixie: *works on finishing her drink*

hsvSkyfire: *quietly* I'll cover your tab, Tracks,.

hsvTracks: *looks up with a slight frown* I was supposed to be buying you a drink.

hsvSkyfire: You have enough to worry about right now.

hsvTracks: *grins* Worry? This is a celebration! *kisses his wife's hair*

hsvSkyfire: *chuckles as Dixie leans against Tracks a bit more*

hsvTracks: *sets down his glass and then Dixie's. Calls over to Mutt* So put all these drinks on my tab! *PINpoints self, wife, and Lurch away home*

Mutt: *snerks and does so as hsvSkyfire shakes his head*

hsvSkyfire: *enjoying his soother*

Seaspray: *comes wandering inside*

Jetfire: *following Seaspray*

Seaspray: *stops and looks over her shoulder* Table or bar?

Jetfire: Bar.

Seaspray: Okay, lead the way.

Jetfire: *nods and moves to lead Seaspray over to the bar* *will lead her over to sit between hsvSkyfire and Blackout and Greatshot*

Seaspray: *grins at him and leans against the bar, but then pauses and perks her ears as she looks at Blackout* Are they linked?

Jetfire: *looks* Looks like it, lass.

Seaspray: *elbow on the bar* *quietly, with frank and friendly interest* I didn't know they were that close.

Jetfire: T'ey's wordmates. *nods*

Seaspray: I know. But they've never been affectionate before. *grins at the pair, thinking that they're cute*

Jetfire: *slight shrug* Dunno.

Seaspray: *looks up as Nemesis comes over* Give me water with lemon.

Jetfire: Mid grade singer fer me, please. *doesn't want a towel to his face today*

Nemesis: *snerks at him and goes to get the drinks*

Seaspray: *looks over toward Skyfire curiously*

hsvSkyfire: *sipping at his soother*

Jetfire: *nods to his brother* T'at's me brot'er, Skyfire.

Seaspray: *nods* I got that from what you two were saying earlier. *leans her head slightly to one side* Though I don't really get what he was yelling about. *watches Kid beetling up behind the big white mech*

Jetfire: *snerk* Skyfire's jes' fussy.

hsvSkyfire: And you are incorrigible.

Seaspray: *one ear flattens in her version of a brow quirk* What? Doesn't like you cuddling a squishy? *still watching Kid*

hsvSkyfire: I like hugging my wife, and our children.

Jetfire: *snerk* 'N stubborn 's 'eck.

Seaspray: What's you hugging Screamer and the sparklets got to do with whether or not you like your brother hugging me?

hsvSkyfire: It's just that you're so young...

Seaspray: *shrugs* Like I said before. I may be still young, but it's not like the Lt. Commander's doing anything more than cuddling me like a giant teddy bear. *feels her fur smoothed by a hand and looks at Jetfire*

Jetfire: *contented rumble*

Seaspray: *curiously* What are you doing?

Jetfire: Yer fur's fuzz'n out. *soft chuckle*

Seaspray: *hums softly in her own version of a chuckle, but then looks over in time to see Kid cheerfully head butt Skyfire in the leg*

hsvSkyfire: *surprised, chokes on his drink*

Seaspray: *hurries over and gives him a thump with her fist in the right spot on his back*

hsvSkyfire: *coughing*

Jetfire: *worried for his brother*

Seaspray: *thumps Skyfire again, a bit harder this time*

hsvSkyfire: *coughs up the fuel he choked on*

Seaspray: *gives him one last thump to make sure, but then blinks* Oops. Sorry about this dent.

hsvSkyfire: *in between coughs* I'll get Ratchet to look at it.

Jetfire: Ye'd best git home afore ye 'urt yerself worse.

hsvSkyfire: *surprised to realize that it was Seaspray thumping on his back and leaving a dent* *boggling*

Seaspray: *as Nemesis socks her in the side she takes her drink* What? Are you choking again?

hsvSkyfire: That was you leaving the dent?

Seaspray: Uh. Yeah. Sorry about that. *flicks an ear toward the soft clang that's Nemesis socking Jetfire for attention*

Jetfire: *busy snickering at his brother's befuddlement*

Nemesis: *shrugs and plunks his drink down near him, then goes to mix another one*

Jetfire: *snorts at Nemesis*

hsvSkyfire: *headshake*

Seaspray: *pokes him*

hsvSkyfire: *startles*

Seaspray: Maybe you better go home and get looked at. *slightly amused, but mostly concerned*

hsvSkyfire: Yes. *will get his PINpoint out, and will also get out money to pay for his drink*

Nemesis: *glances over* That's paid for, afthat.

hsvSkyfire: ... Right.

Seaspray: *turns her concerned frown to Jetfire* Should we take him home?

Jetfire: *headshake* Nay.

hsvSkyfire: *to Jetfire and Seaspray* Please attempt to stay out of trouble.

Jetfire: *SNERK* Lad, I don' stay outta trouble, I make it.

Seaspray: I don't do trouble. *ears perked* *and then backhands Sparta in the head as he sneaks up on her*

Jetfire: *chuckles and names off a number* *to Sparta* Give it a rest, lad.

Sparta: *grumbling and hitting himself now to try and get his optic arrays defizzled*

hsvSkyfire: *headshake* *will PINPoint home*

Seaspray: *glances at Sparta, and then leans her back against the bar and has a sip of her big mug of cool lemon water* I think Grumbler's making a killing over there.

Jetfire: She goin' 'gainst Flash?

Seaspray: Yup. *settles down comfortably to watch the contest*

((written with random_xtras))