dens_tf_den | sv, Nightclub, Sting Finale

Mistfire: *laying on a table at the nightclub and feeling happy about her shiny purple zebra stripe pants*

Scattershot: *sitting on a chair nearby, legs crossed, smug grin on his face as he watches the nightclub owner and male bouncers look anywhere but at him*

Mistfire: *Stretches and puts one knee up, then puts the other leg over that one*

Nightclub owner: *looking around the room nervously. The snowstorm's delayed one of the people who was supposed to be at this transaction, and it's clear that he hadn't planned for that*

Scattershot: //Think we'll get the stuff tonight, Beautiful?//

Mistfire: *smirks at him upside down* //Maybe.// *lifts eyebrows*

Scattershot: *blows Mistfire a kiss, grinning and nodding towards some of the bouncers, who are still trying to avoid looking at him* //The storm's got 'em antsy...//

Mistfire: //I see that. Don't think they like bein' locked in here with us.// *she doesn't say 'me', even though both of them know who put the hurting on the guy that got fresh*

Scattershot: //I just hope we can get the stuff, then get outta here quick... Who knows what Wheelie and Rumrunner've gotten into with the 'Bots?// *shifts position slightly and stinkeyes the nightclub owner when the man's back is turned*

Mistfire: //With Stella locked up with Saelen for two nights? Yeah... no tellin'.// *stretches and sits up*

Nightclub owner: *Frustrated sigh when it's clear that the person he's waiting for isn't going to show, turns to one of the bouncers and gives a sharp nod. The bouncer brings a pelican case over to one of the nearby tables and undoes the clasps holding it closed, before turning the case towards Mistfire*

Mistfire: *languid eyebrow quirk under the shadow of her bangs, which are hanging free of the ponytail she put in tonight*

Nightclub owner: *lifts the lid of the case, revealing a foam-padded canister* This is the fuel additive I was talking about.

Scattershot: *neutral expression* //It doesn't seem that impressive to me...//

Mistfire: What's with the padding? It unstable or somethin'?

Nightclub owner: Helps disguise the real contents. *gets the canister out and opens it, revealing a smaller canister within. Then, he's smirking*

Mistfire: *watching with no sign of being impressed*

Nightclub owner: Seven years of R and D went into making this additive... And none of the other sponsored teams have any idea about it...*smirrrrrk*

Mistfire: *holds out a languid, disinterested hand* So what makes you think I need it?

Nightclub owner: Considering how fast you were without it... think how you'd be able to dominate the circuit with it!

Scattershot: *inspecting his nails for dirt* //He's trying to swindle the other teams out of money... That stuff seems pretty dangerous to me though... Especially with those rumors of cars blowing up...//

Mistfire: Dunno. Wouldn't that kinda be overkill?

Nightclub owner: If something's worth doing, it's worth over-doing.

Mistfire: *uncaps the bottle and sniffs it, then makes a face*

Nightclub owner: *backing up just a bit* o_o

Scattershot: *raised brow. Gets up out of his chair and comes over to have a sniff himself* //Any clue what's in it?//

Mistfire: //I know exactly what's in it. Didn' know speedhead was available on Earth.// *doesn't outwardly show her displeasure at meeting the low level TF addictive drug here* //Mixed with this other stuff... yeah, it's unstable alright// What'samatter, boss?

Nightclub owner: Even I'm not crazy enough to huff it...

Scattershot: //...Slagging pit... Wonder where this glitch managed to get some... If the local Swindle was involved, I'mma find him and re-arrange him.//

Mistfire: *smirk returns* You know how crazy I am. *looks at the guy she whaled on*

Bouncer: *not looking at the vivid couple, doesn't want to get smacked around by the girl OR the guy!*

Nightclub owner: ... good point. Look. I'm willing to sell this to you for half a grand...

Mistfire: *eyebrow* You're the one that wants me to use it.

Nightclub owner: *small shrug* Gotta make money any way I can, dollface.

Scattershot: *seems to be idly stretching, but is actually sizing the nightclub owner up* //I could take him.//

Mistfire: *shoves it back at him, deliberately rough* I think I'm doin' fine on my own.

Scattershot: *Smirks as the nightclub owner winces and drops the price down by more than half*

Mistfire: Mmmmmnope.

Nightclub owner: *looking a bit desperate now* Ten dollars.

Mistfire: You got that ten we found in the gutter, gorgeous?

Scattershot: Ja, Beautiful. *getting said ten out of his sporran, and doing his best not to cackle at the horrified look on the nightclub owner's face*

Mistfire: *seems to be distracted and smirking at her mate's loud pink and black kilt*

Nightclub owner: *All but tripping over himself to get away from the disgusting-looking ten dollar bill* Just take it!!!

Mistfire: *smirk widens* You sure, boss?

Nightclub owner: *panicky-sounding as Scattershot continues to try to offer him the grubby bill* Yes!!!

Mistfire: *very quietly* Busted.

Scattershot: *smirks and tucks the bill away, before moving to stand by Mistfire*

Nightclub owner: ...

Mistfire: *morphs her holoform into her usual look, complete with short lilac and yellow hair* By the power invested in me by the city of Detroit I hereby declare you under arrest for dealing in illegal and dangerous substances.

Scattershot: *doing like Mistfire, smug grin* You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?

Nightclub owner: *SCOWL* Just what could the two of you do against all of us?

Mistfire: *hologram vanishes as something takes the front of the roof off* *rootmode looks in* You wanna ask that again, buddy?

Bouncers: *their loyalty to the nightclub owner ends at "Giant Robots ripping roofs off of buildings". They all drop their weapons and lay on the ground, face down with their hands on their heads*

Nightclub owner: ... *falls on his butt in shock* O_O

Scattershot: *holoform vanishes for a moment, before walking back in with several sets of handcuffs, which find their way onto the wrists of the bouncers*

Mistfire: *smirking as the police captain walks in and scowls around*

Fanzone: Ya jes' haddta rip off da roof....

Mistfire: You said I could kick in the door.

Fanzone: Dat ain't da door! *goes to the owner and scowls down at him*

Scattershot: *holoform finishes cuffing the bouncers, flickers out once more, and then his root mode is peeking in over Mistfire's shoulder*

Nightclub owner: *coldly* I want my lawyer.

Mistfire: You mean the guy you were tryin' ta screw outta a few thousand dollars the other day? *smirrrks as she relates info from a supposedly private phone call*

Nightclub owner: *on his feet quickly, derringer drawn from an inner pocket* Why you!!!

Fanzone: *grabs arm, arm over knee*

Nightclub owner: *pained yell, drops the derringer*

Scattershot: ... *giving the nightclub owner a "...Seriously?" look*

Fanzone: *cuffs the guy as other cops come in, then pushes him down onto the floor by his employees* Youse do realize dat gun's got only one bullet in it, right?

Mistfire: *looks up* Lookit that. The snow's stopped.

Scattershot: Awesome! ^^ *happy 'wing perk*

Nightclub owner: *Calls Mistfire, Scattershot, and every cop rude names under his breath and swears revenge*

Nightside: *makes a low pass overhead, sonic boom in the snow*

Mistfire: >_o Yeah, kid. Hi.

Nightclub owner: O_O &$*#^!!!

Fanzone: And dere's my new all terrain paddywagon. *nods to his men* Load 'em up.

Nightside: *playing 'Silent Night' on his radio, something Bing Cosbyish, as the bouncers are loaded*

Nightclub owner: *swearing vengeance again, starting with that b-word, Denver McKenzie!*

Nightside: *as the owner is stuffed in next to his men* You do know that anything you say can and will be used against you, right?

Nightclub owner: O_O *CUSS MORE!!!*

Fanzone: *shuts the doors on him, then turns and grins at the Transformers* Yer money's in da bank. *then notices Mistfire's expression and frowns* What? He can't do nothin'. We already used all yer dirt ta turn 'is friends against 'im.

Scattershot: //Should we warn Denver about what this glitch-rat said?//

Mistfire: //Not what I'm worried about, Gorgeous.// *to Fanzone* *quietly* One of the ingredients in that slop's an addictive substance to Transformers.

Fanzone: 0_0 Whutnow?

Scattershot: //Oh yeah... forgot about that for a moment...// *nods* Yeah... it's kinda like a 'gateway drug'... No clue how he got his hands on it though...

Fanzone: *stares at him* ...Youse guys got addictive drugs.

Scattershot: *nods, making a face as he remembers something* And date-rape drugs... *shudders at the memory of how cruddy he felt after someone slipped something into his drink*

Fanzone: *scowls darkly and indicates that the pink mech should lean closer so that only he can hear the reply to the question he wants to ask*

Nightside: *playing 'Silver Bells' as he pulls out of the parking lot and right over the five foot tall snowdrifts*

Scattershot: *leans closer, having a hunch about what is about to be asked*

Fanzone: Which ingredient we talkin' about? *very serious is his expression*

Scattershot: The stuff that's in the "additive" is called speedhead... I'm not sure what was in the stuff I got slipped one time... I'm just glad I was with my friends and family...

Mistfire: *also kneeling. She gives the chemical codes for both drugs*

Fanzone: *lifts his face and looks away slightly in dismay, then turns back to them* Yeah, I know dat first one.

Mistfire: *frowning*

Scattershot: *blink blink, trying to hide his surprise* Really, now?

Fanzone: It's window cleaner, kid. Ammonia.

Scattershot: ... oh... Huh...

Mistfire: Yer slaggin' us.

Fanzone: *shakes head*

Scattershot: ...well, that explains what it's doing here...

Fanzone: Youse gotta list 'a other t'ings youse shouldn't be eatin' 'n drinkin'?

Scattershot: *names a few of the things, such as rat poison or lead paint, and explains the side effects*

Fanzone: 0_o *facepalm* I mean da drugs.

Scattershot: Oooh... *tips his head back, trying to remember, names off the 'street' names of several TF-drugs, very few of which he also knows the chemical compositions of. Most of the ones he does know are things that wouldn't be found on Earth, but a few are cleaning agents or commercial paint additives*

Fanzone: *nods and turns toward the big four wheel drive that's nearly parked on his drifted in car* Go home youse two.

Mistfire: *straightens to an ironic salute* Yes, sir.

Scattershot: *small smile, glad to be off this case, FINALLY*

Mistfire: *looks at him, then smirks and transforms, the little Sidekick hitting the drifts and leaping into the air as it vanishes down the clogged street*

Scattershot: *whoops and transforms, following after Mistfire, and nearly skidding on the ice a couple of times*

Fanzone: *rolls his eyes and mutters, then goes to finish the paperwork so that he can go home and get some sleep*

((co-written with

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