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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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"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.

"It will?" The raise of an optic ridge because taking that literally is way more amusing than the idiom itself.

"...jiggy bits? Like they move of their own accord?" Scabbards and flight panels and what-not he could understand, but fleshy bits? He smirks at Vandal's commentary. Wing has next to no idea what it means, but he'll play along. "Oh really? So what's the appeal Drift?"

The jet gives Drift sympathetic look. "I'm kind of committed now though, she'll just turn on me if I back down," he says as he hooks his fingers into the back of Drift's knee joints. "But I'm pretty sure that's inevitable at some point anyway."

Especially after this. He fully expects retaliation of some variety at some point.

"I know that human females are weirdly squishy in the chassis." He holds a hand up to try to protect himself. "Design makes no sen^sssseeeeee---!!"

So much for expecting mercy from Vandal.

"S-s-supposed to be more afra-fraid of me than he-he-er!" It's all he can manage to blurt out, his limbs thrashing, laughing in spite of himself.

"It- yeah, Wing." She just gives him a wry glance.

"Listening to you guys try to explain this has to be he best thing I've heard in a long time," She says, stifling her own laughter, "Oh? Doesn't make sense? I'm insulted."

No she's not. But it does give her a good excuse to tickle him more thoroughly.

"But Drift you're so cute when you laugh, not very intimidating if you ask me."

He just peers at you Vandal, like you're going to have to explain that one some time.

"I guess we should do it more often then. Unless you want to educate us Vandal?" Really, it's way more fun to speculate and see her laugh though. "They must serve some purpose, maybe they're good at cushioning things?"

Wing has no idea what he's talking about anymore but it doesn't matter, because there's so much laughter in the room it's bouncing off the walls. It's a good thing Wing shares a similar paint scheme to Drift's, because the transfer from this is gonna look mighty strange. As it is he's having trouble laughing and keeping Drift's ankles pinned. He's begging to get kicked and doesn't even care.

"But Drift, you make it sound so terrible!" I mean really... the tortured noises Drift is making right now. Wing laughs again at Vandal's response. "He really is. It's a good look for him."

Drift is going to grit his teeth, trying to fight for composure. It won't end well. But he's a fighter, so this is what he does.

"They're too small to be good bumpers," he manages to choke out. "Especially Vandal's."

Oh yes. He went there.

He will likely regret going there.

In fact, he regrets it already, his composure shattering like an iceberg, collapsing into really, really, unmanly giggles.

Oh she will. She will.

"You want me to tell you all about boobies? What are you guys, fourteen? And I-"

Oh Drift. Owch. He is going to get a fresh, renewed bout of tickles for that.

"Wing, you gonna let him talk to me like that? Seriously! Hey Drift if you say 'Vandal is the prettiest lady I've ever seen' and Ill stop ticking you."

Wing has to snerk at that, but he's smart enough not to incriminate himself along with Drift. Not right now anyway. "You'd think they'd get in the way too." Nevermind the shape of Wing's own chassis.

"I don't think I even remember when I was fourteen..."

Drift, love, you are living dangerously judging by Vandal's reaction. Wing is tempted to let you go just to enable a merciful retreat. ...but you kinda set yourself up for this!

And by Primus... Those are legitimate giggles coming out of Drift. He would not have believed it otherwise. It's possibly the most delightful sound Wing has heard in a very long time. It's also...moderately infectious.

"You better do it Drift, she sounds serious!"

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Hey. Drift would just like to point out the manly shape and proportions of his own chassis. Just for the record.

He'd like to point that out, but clearly, he can't, because he's still squirming around weakly, laughing until his optics are sparkling with tears.

"Wing! Vanda--I can't...help! Stop!....I can't..._breathe."

"You both sure do act like it," She says, pulling her hands away for a moment.

"Okay buster, what do you say? You say it, and we can all end this if you admit I'm the prettiest lady in all the land."

She pauses.

"Also the 'I can't breathe' is the biggest cop-out in the book. But I'll let it slide if you say it."

She turns back to her accomplice.

"Wing? Help me out here?"

Admit it Drift, you are just envious of Wing's ample and shapely chassis.

Wing coughs. "I kind of have to agree... _{there's no way all your intakes are that blocked Drift.}"

Granted even Wing is heaving a little after all the laughter, but still. He's not the one in a compromising position right now at the mercy of a ~5.5ft tall organic.

A grin for Vandal. "I definitely think it's in everyone's best interests if you just concede Drift." It can't be too hard right? "I mean it's the truth after all. _{....except maybe the lady part, she gets irritated when I call her that..."}

All right, so the 'out of breath' thing was a ploy, because he had a tiny shred of dignity he was trying to protect.

"You know, you could just ask," he says, heaving. "Of course you're beautiful, Karrie." He's absolutely sincere, even as he's very, very slightly shifting the position of his legs in Wing's grip.

"Wing does have a point," She really does hate being called a lady, but it was giving her an excuse to subject Drift to that adorable torment.

"I could," She says, patting his chassis affectionately, "But it's way more fun to get you laughing and make silly demands."

A shrug.

"But, fair is fair, you can let him go, Wing."

"I'm sure you can be a lady when you choose to." Though maybe not while drinking whiskey.

Another little laugh slips out, "Karrie you are a wicked woman when you choose to be. Remind me to always stay on your good side."

Wing is too caught up in the amusement of the moment to realize the Drift's movement, his grip relaxed but not released entirely. "Oh, done already? And things were just getting interesting!"

There's an old saying about the Wreckers--that to be a Wrecker, you had to have a death wish.

Apparently, Drift checked that box.

"You heard her, Wing," Drift said, grinning. "Bumpers said to let me go."

He figured what was going to happen, so he takes a tactical measure, pulling Wing onto him with his legs wrapped around the other's waist. Oh hello, Vandal Sandwich.

"What, you think I should keep going? You're a terribly cruel boyfriend, Wing."

She's just about to slide down to the floor when he makes that little remark.

"Ohhhhh Drift, you little bitch, you are either very brave or stupid or-" And then she finds herself, in a screech of metal, squished between them, fortunately not too tightly, but tight enough that her hands are trapped (fortunately for Drift).

"-Planned that." Drat.

Although she could get used to this.

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Wing pouts a little at the 'cruel' accusation, "I'd make up for it later!"

And then he's snickering at Vandal's new nickname--and Drift's new title--when the latter makes his move. This is what Wing gets for tempting fate really. The snicker erupts into a loud, indelicate squawk as he's pulled forward. His arms flail once but his balance is a lost cause, though he at least puts his palms to floor fast enough that he doesn't land on Vandal.

At least...not uncomfortably so. He looks up at them from his suddenly close view of Drift's chestplate.

"Hi."

Well okay, Wing can work with this. She can't really tickle either of them this way. Although...

He coughs roughly, "Ah Drift...maybe you want to, you know, let go of me? This is a little..." He squirms in the grip of Drift's legs, then decides nope, that's not really helping.

Aahahahaha, victory.

"Your turn, Vandal. Now you have to say you're the prettiest lady here." He was never one, after all, not to press an advantage.

And he gives Wing his biggest smirk, wiggling his hips against the jet. "A little what, Wing?"

When Drift turns the tables, they stay turned.

"What? No! That's nnhh- wow I'm actually stuck here pretty good..." Give her a moment to marvel at just how trapped she is, "Well whatever, I could lay here all day, Fluffers. Try harde-"

Oh. Wow. What is that that's going on behind her? She squirms, giving Drift a look.

"Wow should I uh. Give you two some room or something because I'm pretty sure I-"

Did he just wiggle?

"Drift! Seriously!"

He laughs at the banter between Vandal and Drift, the sound rumbling through his chassis. He could push up, lifting his shoulders to give her a little more space, but not much given the good grip Drift has around his waist. Whoops, guess she'll just have to stay stuck.

"It's a little distracting is all..." No problem though, he's an mature mech, he'll just try and settle himself casually, like there's nothing compromising about this at all.

"No, no Karrie. You're fine." His tone is what you could only call 'casually defiant'...until Drift wiggles. "There's nothing going on here that I can't han^dle!"

Oh, how the mighty have fallen! Or at least how the mighty have gotten slightly squished. "Fluffers." Oh, really.

"You know Vandal, I've been studying where you tickle me and...I think the same spots might work on you. .....want to try?"

He laughs, slipping one hand over Wing's back, tweaking one of the folded flightpanels.

"Drift is always 'seriously', Vandal."

"UH," Wellthere is about a million things happening right at this moment, but the suggestion Drift drops makes her wriggle and scrabble against his chassis, trying to beat a hasty retreat in futility.

"No! I'm totally fine I think you should just keep that to yourself-" Funny how she can dish it out but...

"I'll seriously your face!"

It seems Drift has them both right where he wants them.

If this situation wasn't comical before, it certainly is now. Wing can't contain it, and he lets his forehelm drop onto Drift's chestplate with a thud (have fun dodging the pointy audials near your face Drift) as peals of laughter erupt from him. This completely blocks Vandal's escape from one side and makes his whole torso vibrate with the sound. Take that, Mr. Wiggles.

The tweak to his flight panel earns a startled yelp and a resulting twitch, knocking Wing out of his fit of humor. "Now that's just unfair, coming at me on two fronts!"

"Heh. Just keep it in mind, Karrie." She doesn't need to know he wouldn't actually risk it--too afraid of hurting her by accident. "Now tell me you're the most beautiful lady here."

"Nice try," Drift says to Wing, but his voice isn't quite so cocksure as before ~~shush yes~~. Wing might feel his EM field fuzz against him. Still, he has committed to the act, so he'll soldier on.

"Oh, and two of you on me was 'fair'?"

Damn it. She may be sandwiched between two very attractive robots, under threat of her own medicine, but she still has her pride ~~sort of~~.

"I'm the only lady here. Unless you have a confession to make Dri-" Wow so that's definitely vibration against her back and she knows damn well she wasn't the intended recipient but wow.

Wow wow wow. She squirms with a renewed vigor.

"Ahahahaha okay come on joke's over guys aha..."

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sorry last night kinda sucked ;-;

/hugs/ it's okay bby

No worries sweetie. /hugs

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