#daringherring

The day had been a rather standard and boring one, which only made time tick by that much slower. Optimus has watched the clock in between his rounds; he'd almost wished for decepticon activity at this point, it'd give him some sort of distraction at least.

Finally after what felt like a millennia his shift had ended, the sun just starting to dip in the sky turning the bright blues to a brilliant show of yellows, orange, even pink.

He watched it for a few, taking in the sight and gathering himself before sending the ping out to the Porsche.

Jazz has to chuckle at that. Sideswipe really wants to challenge him to a contest of lyrical knowledge? Jazz doesn’t kid himself into thinking that he has a comprehensive catalogue of music that has been produced on Earth, but he does know his collection is impressive, by any standards.

« Sure, man, I dig that. Can you do me a favour first? I need you to add Prowl or Optimus to this call–I can’t get a lock on their frequencies. »

::Yeah! I’ll add Pro-... Prowl’s not pleased with Sunny. If I contact him casually do you think he will accept and join a friendly game or will he still be kind of mad?:: Thinking harder about it he sighed and decided he might as well try anyway and do so. 

::I sent him a com request. If he doesn’t accept I’ll try for Optimus. Sooooooo Practice run for now until he joins?:

:: You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin' You keep losing when you oughta not bet You keep samin' when you oughta be a'changin' Now what's right is right but you ain't been right yet::

Mirage, baby, when do I ever bring work to a playdate?

That’s not an unusual request coming from Prowl, even if Jazz can’t think of anything official in the works right now that would have his friend sounding so serious. Still, if Prowl needs him as soon as possible, Jazz will be there as soon as possible.

Which means he has to put off having his paint touched up yet again.

« You got the worst timin’, Prowl, » he sighs with a very put-upon tone. « I’ll be an astrominute or two. »

::It’s incredibly important.:: Prowl is looking forward to this as much as Jazz is, or maybe less so. But the longer he puts it off, the longer trouble brews.

something clearly crawled up jazz’s crankshaft and died there. that’s the only explanation for the other autobot’s rude response, because sunstreaker hadn’t done anything wrong. 

“I’m telling you, aren’t I?”

//I believe Soundwave would find this a much more interesting message then I do. He dotes on those cassettes as if they were his own sparklings and some times I’m not entirely sure they aren’t