One Of A Kind.

“Everything okay here Waspy..?”

@thee-forcefield-guy

Waspinator wasn't sure what was happening, one moment he was minding his own business then next thing he's getting bombarded with threats which some he couldn't fully understand... However this didn't mean the bug wasn't shaken. He was and when teebs stepped in, that's when is sort of clicked what was happening and he was trembling slightly. Oh someone hates him that much... Huh..

But teebs was here. Surely teebs cares about him enough to stand in but what if they insult teebs too?

Rage filled the normally calm mech’s spark, he could feet his dentae grit in annoyance and his servos clench in response, but he loosened them, huffing and letting his vents cycle the aggressive feeling that was trying to bury itself inside his spark casing. Instead of getting angry he simply moved in and brought the little bug into an embrace, hoisting the wasp up and using a servo to lightly pat Waspinator’s thigh to encourage him to wrap them around his waist.

“You’re gonna be just fine, I promise.”

He cooed in his soft drawl, now carrying the poor bug bot.

Oh—Oh he was looking back. His confidence took a dive, even being mostly buzzed didn’t seem to help when those red optics gazed his way. Gosh, he was handsome. Did he say that out loud? He hoped not. Instead, the truck swallowed and gave a nod, ushering the other over to him with a servo. He could show him where the nearest bar was. “You and I both. Nothin’ like taking a break and getting some good drinks and relaxin,’ huh?”

Oh this mech’s voice was divine, just like a real cowboy! He could feel his frame shudder. Yeah, he needed a few more drinks to unwind again. He started his slow walk towards Swerves guiding his new friend along, trying to clear the stale, silent air with conversation. “The name’s Trailcutter, by the way. Or Trailbreaker, or, we’ll Teebs too, whichever is easier. I haven’t seen you around these parts of the ship before though, you got a name friend?”

Thrailkill who was more than happy to accompany him follows along, all of the gear draped about him and the spurrs on the back of his heels accenting each of his steps with a jingle.

"Options? I like it." The ex con chuckles softly "-S'pose whatever rolls off the glossa better, hn?" He offers out a scarred servo for Teebs to shake as he treks beside him. "Name's Max." Though when he mentions he hasn't seen him around, Thrail cannot much blame him. "I bop on over here ever so often- stop ta' refuel 'r pack off any prisoners that need to be hauled, etcetera etcetera. I don't tend'ta stick around long."

“Max? Love the name, simple but rolls off real nicely.”

He replied with a sheepish smile. Primus he was so nervous. Where had his confidence gone?

“There’s at least two places to drink here on the ship. Mirage owns a place but it’s mostly quiet, Swerve’s is where most of the action is, so I’ll take you over that way.”

He had so many questions just practically bursting from his chassis. He wanted to know where he came from, where he lived, what he did, anything and everything! But no, he had to start off small, no big questions yet.

“You take in prisoners here? Like..Bounties? No way, that’s incredibly cool!”

Teebs started, making slow progress with the newcomer towards the bar.

It takes trailcutter a second to process it. He hadn’t expected to hear such a phrase from his companion and at first, he’d heard it wrong, he’d heard eat you and thought that was it and grinned sheepishly at the response. But then he’d realized there was an ‘out’ at the end of the sentence and immediately his entire body burst into a feverish heat, his plates below seemed to be sweltering as hot as his cheeks were.

“Wait…R-Really?”

The two laid on a berth as they were watching some movie chosen by Trailbreaker. It became continuous for the two to hang out wether it be Ironhide’s place, Trailbreaker’s or some new place entirely. Pretty much hang out to drink buddies. However, due to how endeared Ironhide became of Trailbreaker, it’s wrong to label the mech as just a drink buddy- he’s more than that now. Ironhide regrets not being able to interact with the mech much earlier; unfortunately, the war got in the way back in the day. But now? Not anymore, Trailbreaker was a great friend, which is why it was no surprise Ironhide blurred that sentence out of nowhere.

At first, it was that human saying of “you’re so cute I could eat you”, which was aggressive affection probably. But instead he said it in a different meaning… well, what he said in the end was far from disingenuous but still— Usually, Ironhide immediately apologizes for the mistake if Trailbreaker was startled by it.

However- Trailbreaker didn’t show that? Far from it really. He could sense the sudden heat due to being close to him. Was it an enthusiastic approval? Or was it nervousness? He couldn’t tell at first glance, maybe he’ll figure out in some way.

“ well uh— I mean, only if ya want to. Ya know me, Trail’, everything we do is all up to you. Always. “

“I’d love to, Hide. We’ll just take it nice and easy like startin’ out. I…It’s been a while since I’ve been this close with someone.”

His cheek plates flushed in admittance. It had been so, so long since his last relationship, but his drinking had caused it to fall apart, and damage his self confidence. He was nervous. But there was a lot of trust he was placing onto Ironhide now.

@naughtywave

@naughtywave

Well that was sudden!

Trailcutter had definitely not been prepared, but…He wasn’t upset about it either. More intrigued really. But still very flustered by the sudden admittance. The outlier felt his plates grow hot and it was hard to hide his blush, he’d tried to turn his optics on even brighter to offset the color change in his face but that clearly wasn’t working.

“Ah…I would…”

You would what, Teebs?

“I…..Wouldn’t mind that..”

“This is perfect Heatwave.”

Anyplace would be with the other. He silenced any words by pressing a kiss to the mech’s lip plates, nibbling there a brief moment before pulling back.

“The universe may not like ya, but I do, little guy.”

@thee-forcefield-guy

“I mean it Wasp. You seem real lonely, and I do too. Maybe we could go share a drink or Somethin’ if you’re interested.”

* And one little fun fact I have of Ironhide’s holoform: He hates clothes most of the time cause most of em are too tight for him. Mf is too wide and chubby-ish so that’s why he always wears tank tops and other non-restrictive outfits.

There’s this new lil’ bar that opened not too long ago, it’s intergalactic.. I think? I hope that’s the right term- it’s for human visitors or anyone that ain’t— ok no i’m over explaining too much… frag-

To make it short— We could go there, it’s just that bots have to use a holoform avatar. So uh— do ya have one? If not then that’s ok, we could go to good ol’ maccadams. ::

A blip on the commlink grabbed the truck’s attention. He listened carefully, a light flush on his cheek plates, mulling it over in his processor. Sure, he’d been at a bar before, many galactic bars around Cybertron. But this was completely different, he’d be around humans, but not as the big, giant robot he was used to. He did have a holomatter avatar. He’d had brainstorm make him one for the instance should he feel the need to visit Earth again but hadn’t been one to use it.

Perhaps..

::Hey Hide, Sure, I’d love to! And I do infect have an avatar, you have one too? I didn’t know you’d been able to snag one too, did Brainstorm make it? ::

Oh hush, you’re getting off track.

::I-I mean, Yes, I’d love to. I’ve been wanting to catch up, it’s been a long time since we last spoke.. ::

He did miss it, honestly. Back when he was Trailblazer, and even to Trailbreaker, him and Hide used to adventure together on the Arc with Optimus himself. He was curious to know how much time had changed, he hadn’t even seen the mech in ages.

As he was talking, he was currently adjusting some settings on his un-synchronized avatar, mainly the clothes it’ll wear. Most of the options weren’t of his taste or comfort, total frustration.

Soon after, Trailbreaker mentioned how it has been so long since the two last majorly interacted. Which made him think- and also grow concerned. Primus- his memory core, how many instances did they talk but Ironhide just can’t remember? What if that he prevents him from bonding with the mech accurately?

Get that scrap outta your head, Ironhide— he scolded himself while shaking his helm — for once.

After a brief pause, he answered the mech’s last words.

:: I’ll be over in just a little bit, Heh, haven’t booted up this old thing in a while, not since my last excursion a few years back with some rowdy aliens at one of the intergalactic bars we visited durin’ the trip on the Lost Light.”

Ah, there it was, the coordinates. Teebs could feel his spark nearly skip a beat when they popped up on his HUD. It was a sign, Ironhide really did want to hang with him.

:: You get ready and I’ll meet you over as quick as I can. ::

And quick he would be. The moment their commlink’s beeped off the specialist was off, loading up his avatar and prepping it for when he’d make contact with the planet, feeling that strong sense of nervousness bubbling up in his tanks. ‘You’ve got this, you’ll do just fine, he’s just a friend after all!’

I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT ME, PLEASE DO NOT SEND YOUR CREDIT INFORMATION TO STRANGE BOTS ON THE INTERNET.

THANK YOU. ::

I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT ME, PLEASE DO NOT SEND YOUR CREDIT INFORMATION TO STRANGE BOTS ON THE INTERNET.

THANK YOU. ::