#stillwatch

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Overshot was throwing a party.  A genuine party, with music and engex and everything. “Primus knows where he got the stuff,” Stillwatch mused silently, waiting for her roommate to finish getting ready. How many times had Shotty thrown a party since Hot Start went MIA? Or since the end of the war? How many real parties had anyone thrown since then? Not enough, Stillwatch was certain, so the femme knew that there would be no missing this one, even if it was small.

“Come on, quit preening and let’s go already,” she teased, grinning widely. Blacknet was finally coming out of the worst of his slump following the news of Megtron’s supposed surrender, and Stillwatch was more than glad that he was finally feeling up to a little fun.  “Who do you think you’re trying to impress, hm?”

“Not you,” Blacknet replied, not missing a beat. “That’s for sure.” His tone was flat, but a sidelong smirk betrayed him. A playful punch to the shoulder, and he raised his hands in mock-surrender. “Fine, fine, I’m ready.  Ready enough, anyway.”  This time he smiled outright, turning to face her and showing off the slight aesthetic changes he had made to his appearance. What Blacknet lacked in mobility, due to his lack of a vehicle mode, he made up for with the uncanny ability to mirror the appearances of others.  These days, however, he more often used it to tweak his appearance in terribly minor ways. “I think this is it.  The look to end all looks.”

A small laugh escaped the femme as she shook her head. “Just like the last one, and the one before that? Sure.” With that she grabbed him by the arm, tugging him along. “Let’s just go, the party’s probably almost over by now.”  The two finally set off toward the cantine, Blacknet purposely lagging behind just to toy with Stillwatch.  They did eventually arrive to the sound of music and a very excited Overshot ushering them in.

“Finally!  I thought I was going to have to start using harpoons to drag you down here!” he greeted, practically shoving them through the doorway and onto the improvised dance floor. Surprisingly, all three of their other ‘teammates’ had decided to show. Not that there were that many. Lithewing sat on the corner of a table off to the side, sipping at her drink and observing.  She had always done that, and showed no signs of changing her ways any time soon.  Meanwhile Trickshot and Scanner were the main attraction, the two conjunx endurae dancing like no one was watching.

“Those two sure are enjoying themselves,” she remarked, a twinge of jealousy in her voice.  Stillwatch once knew a mech she might have spent her life with. Two, in fact, if either had stuck around. A shame that neither managed to survive the war.  “I guess we can’t all be that lucky.”

“No, I guess we can’t,” Blacknet agreed solemnly, reminders of his own would-be conjunx echoing through his mind. Just this once, he decided to push them aside. “But we can act like it till the party’s over.  Care to dance?” He smiled at the femme, long-time friend and comrade, as he offered her his hand.

// Okay it’s almost 3am and I’m tired, that is all for now