Sins and Sparkles.

This is Ratchet’s second time at Swerve’s, and the first time he hadn’t looked at the menu so much as been given what the bartender was willing to part with for free. This time, he hops up onto the stool next to Shockwave and begins flipping through the drinks display, making note of which mixes sound like they might be to his tastes but not choosing just yet.

“I have Haunting Past mixed with Mary Stu.” side glancing at Swerve, “I am sure he found it funny. It does however taste very good, Swerve has a gift for refinement indeed.”

Without the other pinning him to the seat the truck quickly vacated his spot, a few twitchy steps into pacing before he stops himself. When he finally looks back over at Shockwave, there’s a pinched tension around his optics. 

“Oh.” his optics dim as the scientist looks to the deck, a disapproving frown crossing his face, “I understand. I appreciate you stopping before using me as a surrogate, I wouldn’t have agreed to that.”

Handy Nights Out

Bestowing a brilliant smile on Ratchet SHockwave curls his legs in more to allow more space for his partner joining him tonight. “It seems we are both stuck on this ship. At least our company with be enjoyable.”

Blurr looked fairly surprised to see Shockwave roaming about, let alone plopping down next to him. He glanced at him and settled back just a bit, to make their talking a little more even.

As pleasant as the kisses were, as much as he enjoyed being so close to Shockwave, the entire interaction had begun tasting decidedly… off. It was the reaction–how the larger mech, this Shockwave, his touch wasn’t familiar the way it should have been. 

Optics widen to their widest calibers as they flare online, Shockwave jerks back instantly as the denial. His face a myriad of reactions, confusion, disappointment, hurt, embarrassment-- as the sound of the mask(he knows what that means) the scientist slides himself for the prime’s ex-enforcer’s lap stumbling just the slightest at his sudden change. He just messed some thing up---

He had been pacing he halls lost in thought until spying one of his fellow stranded, with a contented hum Shockwave plops down beside Blurr. It will be nice to talk to the fellow educator without a disapproving aura in the room.  

Blurr looked fairly surprised to see Shockwave roaming about, let alone plopping down next to him. He glanced at him and settled back just a bit, to make their talking a little more even.

Truthfully, he’s tired. He’s been sifting through data like he has an actual job again and it’s wearing him down. How long will he have to look before he finds something useful? What is he supposed to do when he does? He’s out of his element- he’s out of his everything. He keeps a log and record of everything he’s found, but he isn’t sure if it’s enough.

He had been pacing he halls lost in thought until spying one of his fellow stranded, with a contented hum Shockwave plops down beside Blurr. It will be nice to talk to the fellow educator without a disapproving aura in the room.  

“You’re fine,” the prime grins, bright and genuinely happy. The grin dissolves into another fit of laughter, with how eloquent Shockwave is normally is, it’s adorable how words have apparently left him. Optimus tips their helms back together for a moment before lifting himself up–sliding a bit under the larger mech to sit more comfortably in the chair, pulling Shockwave with him. 

At least his grace has yet to leave him, Shockwave slides smoothly into the prime’s lap, a surprisingly light weight frame (Only the best of alloys for his frame.) curling onto Optimus’s chest as they kiss. 

“Yeah, that’s how it works. Everyone hates Prowl and Prowl hates everyone back. I’d be more shocked if that wasn’t the case,” Red Alert muttered, as if he was stating some immutable law of the universe. “And good riddance.”

Nodding Shockwave interestedly looks around the keypads and consoles.

::Hey, Hands? It's Ratchet. Mind if I talk to you for a klik or two?::

Ratchet snorts a laugh. Smooth, Shockwave.

“Multiversal communication experimentation.” he parroted back, antenna twitching forward again. The interruption wasn’t enough to dissuade him from returning the kiss with marginally more confidence. He had done this before, despite how busy their time on Earth had been. 

Shockwave laughed, his mirth echoing off the pristine walls of the ship, before he throws his arms around the former prime’’s shoulder kissing back with much enthusiasm. Learning new things is exciting! And with his modifications every sensation was new, tastes that needed savored, tickles to his systems that must be pursued-- the way it all swirls threw his systems making his spark spin hard leaving him ditsy and leaning into the other’s hold even more clutching at strong plating for purchase.

The truck takes Shockwave’s weight with little effort, despite the velocity behind it. They sway slightly, but remain upright. Somehow, his hands manage to stay in place, one slipping down to soothe along the purple mech’s side while the other stays on his helm. 

Shaking his helm, before standing up in one fluid motion bringing the truck up with him, “No. There is a mystery to solve!” His optic flickers and readjust brightening and forming a half moon, a new fire alight in his spark. Turning to Buzzsaw with a flourishing bow, he knew the little spy does so enjoy the outbursts for the former senator.

Oh Primus. He was cheerful.

For his size the former senator is surprisingly light on his toes as he prances along after the security director, happily answering, “It was report to Prowl or Magnus and since I have never got along with the former and he doesn’t seem to be on any form of authority position on this ship I will gladly avoid him! We don’t mesh well.”

::Hey, Hands? It's Ratchet. Mind if I talk to you for a klik or two?::

::Oh! What was the other part of your job?::