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[sword_redemption]

Who: Drift, Vandal and Wing
What: An evening drive
When: After this
Warnings fluffier than a blowdried sheep

Drift was worried about Vandal. He figured anyone seeing that post would worry. She looked different. Tense, like under stress. And he couldn't do much: he wasn't First Aid. He wasn't Rung. He couldn't do anything to help her...except this.

He rolled up outside her trailer. The last time he'd been here had been back then, when he could fit inside the trailer. It felt strange to see it again from the 'right' perspective, feeling less weak and powerless. She'd been so strong for him back then, even facing Wing, she'd been stronger and smarter than he was. He wished she could see that, could see herself the way he did.

He stays in his alt mode, giving a fast little honk. "Ready?" He was determined to make tonight go well, to keep that smile on her face.

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[vandalization]

Okay, okay, she really can't help but laugh this time.

"No, it's just a color. And uh. I guess it's sorta associated with females. Some who are into that," She was never really much of a girly girl, so it's all the same to her, "Gender isn't really a thing for you guys though, so I'm gonna save that conversation for another day."

Wing gets a 'bitch, please' look laced with a smile before she turns and nods to Drift.

"I agree. Wing? If you would do the honors."

[winged_knight]

Laughter is good and he loves hearing it. That in and of itself is thanks enough.

"Not really, no." Though recent events have made this a little less clear to him. "I think so anyway? I had a conversation about this with Slipstream but I'm still not sure I understand it."

He has to snicker at Vandal's look; it's nice the way they can freely sling sass and there's no hard feelings.

"My turn? Ah, well alright." Wing takes the decanter from Drift and pours some for the both of them,(he figures they can get into the highgrade later). He lets Vandal pour her own; he's already learned the hard way how difficult getting those little caps off is for Cybertronian hands. He never wants to see Vandal cry again.

Wing takes up his glass after handing the other to Drift. "Let's see, shall we drink to, 'firm friendships forged in unfamiliar places...and treasure found admist trash'?"

[sword_redemption]

"We have a pink mech, er...one of us. Arcee." The look on his face says Arcee is not a good thing.

Drift hopes to keep this trend of foisting the toast off onto someone more eloquent going. But he's taking notes for the day his luck runs out.

He gives a smiling nod, raising his container of energon.

"More than friendships," he adds, quietly, meaning both of them.

[vandalization]

"Ah well, honestly it's been something my species has been trying to get away from so there's nothing lost for you guys honestly."

She looks between the both of them at the toast, lifting her glass.

"Here, here!" Talk about nothing intelligent to add. Whatever. She's happy. This is a happy thing and nothing can really spoil it for her. Moments like this are so fleeting, she'll cling to it for all she's worth. So she eats her peaches and drinks the whiskey and basks in the presence of two of her favorite bots.

"You guys are fuckin wonderful. Outta' this world, seriously. I couldn't ask for better company."

And she's about ten seconds away from suggesting a game.

[winged_knight]

"Get away from? You mean gender distinction?" As far as he understood members of the human race had very specialized equipment...why wouldn't one want to tell them apart?" Or do you mean pink being girly?"

Wing smiles brightly as Drift's addition, both at the other mech and at Vandal, before taking a healthy draw on his energon.

This is, well, 'nice' doesn't even really cover it. He missed moments like this from home the most, the social camaraderie between good friends that shared deep bonds. As nice as big parties or gatherings are, this is what Wing finds most rewarding.

"I do aim to please." Which is true all of the time, but for these two it's even more important to get it right.

Wing would probably agree to a game...and then remember who he's talking to and wonder what he's gotten himself into.

[sword_redemption]

"...if it did away with stupid floofy skirts, maybe not a bad thing," Drift grumbles. Oh that outfit. It had looked so cute in his mind: was so miserable in reality.

He takes a long sip of his drink, feeling the energon warm its way down his fuel lines, just adding an aura glow to the moment. This was what peace should be like. This was what he was fighting for.

[vandalization]

"Well, you know. Humans, originally had to reproduce sexually. Tab A, slot B, but uh. Not so much anymore? There's enough of us that it doesn't matter, and we can genetically engineer children now, too. So gender roles and stuff don't really have a use."

There's a beat as she settles back down from actually talking about something that might make her look socially aware.

"And it was a cute skirt, Drift. Very cute." She offers him a very wry smile, making it obvious she's teasing him.

Man I have serious need for proper a o_O icon.

[winged_knight]

"That's interesting. Admittedly that's because it's entirely foreign, but I think that's the fun part of learning about alien cultures. It tends to broaden your mind or shift your perspective."

"But uh...." His optics jump between Drift and Vandal and back again. "....floofy skirts?"

Yup, That's one heck of a look Wing is giving you Drift.

"I gather this is something I missed?"

http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/110193111/34212008 like this?

[sword_redemption]

"Still doesn't explain the clothes. Unless the whole point was to take one gender and make it uncomfortable." Nope. He's never getting over that. "Hope you did away with that stuff."

Frag. "Uh. Long story. It was during the, uh, the pages thing."

[vandalization]

She laughs.

"Yeah honestly I never understood the whole 'beauty is pain' thing. S'why I wear pants, Drift. Wink.

"Unfortunately not. Still exists to this day."

Wing is given a very apologetic look.

"Yeah. He kinda ended up in an unfortunate outfit. Unfortunately cute."

AHAHAHAHA YES :D

[winged_knight]

"For protection it makes sense I think..." And then he makes a face, "But 'beauty is pain'? Who would even think such a thing?"

And that's an arc look on Wing's face. He takes a long draw on his energon.

"I like stories." True. "And I've got time." Also true.

[sword_redemption]

"Wasn't fond of pants either." It is always no-pants-o'clock when you're a robot, Vandal. "Speaking of, I probably owe you a pair."

Right. You know what? It is time for high grade.

A lot of high grade. Right now. Until he starts coughing. It is a tactical decision of changing the subject through coughing.

[vandalization]

"Yeahhhhh well we can't all run around naked as a jay-bird, Drift." The teasing. It is merciless.

A feigns surprise.

"I don't think he wants to talk about it, Wing."

[winged_knight]

"Why not?" Nevermind human social faux pas, pfft, they don't really apply to present company. "Granted I've no idea what a jay-bird is."

Wing can't help but smirk, he shouldn't be enjoying this so much. He pouts a little. "Did you take pictures at least?"

He never did hear the story behind how Drift got turned into a girl. But...oh. So far his stint as pseudo-Drift has gone unquestioned, even after it became obvious it had nothing to do with Blurr's page.

He chokes a little on his energon, twitching. Right, strategic distractions might not be a bad idea.

"All that coughing. I think he needs his vents checked."

[sword_redemption]

"I'm not naked. My hatches are closed." He may look mildly affronted. He coughs a bit more. "Because humans are ridiculously fragile." Seriously. His feet bled from walking. Walking.

"Better not be pictures. I hope some people never find out it was me." Oh he really hopes that.

"Vents are fine." He takes a step back, throwing up a defensive hand unless Vandal gets...tickly.

[vandalization]

"It's a social thing. Like I know you guys wouldn't care, but it would still be weird to wander around naked here." She laughs, and when Drift puts his hands up she scoots forward a little.

Oh does that mean you want tickles? Because you're expecting it?

"There's no pictures. Unfortunately. But he was so upset I couldn't bring myself to exploit it."

Drift you kinda dug your own grave on that one. She's reaching around your arms so she can get to that vulnerable spot on his side.

"But if you wanna see something funny Wing, help me out here, hmm?"

¬‿¬ (I need this as an icon too. LOL!)

[winged_knight]

Too bad. It almost slips out, but he catches himself. Though that likely would be awkward. But...interesting.

"I would never tell anyone." Wing means that in all seriousness. "Someday we'll trade embarrassing stories, that's fair right?"

He takes Vandal's cue, sets down his drink and moves forward. "I'm sorry I have to do this Drift, but if Karrie asks for help, I really can't say no."

He looks sidelong at Vandal, "Want me to hold him down for you?"

[sword_redemption]

"You could, here." If only Drift knew about double-dog dares, you'd be quadruple-dog dared, just to get the heat off him.

"I don't think this qualifies as 'embarassing'." Mortifying, really. "It was because I wanted Vandal to be happy. And feel pretty. And..I don't know." He's babbling because he does not like the look in her eyes one bit.

"...you wouldn't." He may be nearly begging.

[vandalization]

She barks a laugh at Drift's response.

"I could here? You want me to run around all naked and gross? Drift I had no idea you felt that way." She's already starting to get that grin, "You had good intentions. It's the thought that counts. You're still gonna get tickled."

A nod to Wing, an almost too-polite now of her head.

"That's fair. And yes, Wing, if you would be so kind. Sit on his legs. He kicks." For all the good it does. He never fights her directly. Just gets wiggly.

[winged_knight]

"Gross? Who said you were gross?" Wing disapproves of this descriptor. Vandal you are far from gross.

"Aww, well that's sweet. Vandal's right, you had good intentions." Wing smirks at her, "Well fair is fair. Did you tell him what a horrible driver I am?"

He's still nonchalantly advancing towards Drift as he talks to Vandal. "We have to get him on the floor first though. Unless he wants to obliges us first?" Wing is just looking at you really sweetly right now Drift. Clearly this is abuse of power of some variety.

[sword_redemption]

"I don't think you're gross. Unless you look a lot different under clothes than I did."

Drift is trying to retreat, suavely, out of reach. "Look. This is really, uh, unnecessary. You don't need to do this. Really."

He also doesn't need to trip over the crate Wing had brought.

It's like fate hated him.

[vandalization]

"Well, neither of you have seen me- yeah anyways." She laughs because this is just silly as silly gets. Two robots assuring her she'd look good in the nude. Two very attractive...

Anyways.

"Wow, it's like as soon as you said it." She winces though, hoping that fall didn't really hurt.

"I'm sorry we have to do this, Drift," No, she's really not at all.

"Wing?" She says with a polite smile as she scrambles up Drift with a startling ease, "Get 'im."

[winged_knight]

"I've seen anatomy drawings, is it much different?" It's perfectly natural Vandal, clothes are what's weird.

And it's not that fate hates you Drift, it just really likes Vandal right now. About time too.

Wing tries not to laugh as Drift goes down on his aft--that's just reveling in another's misfortune--but he can't help it as he watches Vandal scrambles up the swordmech's frame. There's a difference, really!

He kneels, attempting to hook his arms around both of Drift's lower legs so he can pin them to his sides. "I don't know Karrie, this seems unfair. Shouldn't you at least let him beg for mercy?"

[sword_redemption]

"Human females have these jiggly bits," Drift said, trying to sound educational.

But it's hard to sound suitably educational when you're flailing through the air, landing on your back. He's had worse falls, but probably not more embarrassing ones.

"Vandal--!" It's bad enough Wing's laughing already, the last he needs is for her to actually tickle him.

He squirms, trying to wriggle free from Wing's grasp. "Please. You don't know, Wing." ...you don't know the horror..!!

[vandalization]

"Your mileage may vary," She says calmly to Wing.

"Jiggly bits? You mean boobs? Are you a boob guy, Drift? Y'know amongst humans they say most guys are." This is too good.

She hooks her fingers into the gaps just under poor Drift's arms and goes to town.

Maybe not fair, but funny as shit.