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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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At the honk, she pokes her head out of her door, and then scampers up beside him, pulling the passenger side door open and just inviting herself in. It's pretty much how they operate now, she's gotten damn comfortable with him, and she hopes that goes for him too.

"Thanks for picking me up," She says, smiling and patting his dash before leaning back and getting cozy.

She hasn't bothered donning the RIG today. Just plain old jeans and t-shirt.

"I'm always glad for an excuse to see you." He hopes that doesn't sound too cheezy. You know, more than his usual amount of cheezy. He doesn't mind--at all--her familiarity, closing his door after her.

"Pick a direction," he says, engine idling happily.

"Glad to see you too, dorkface." He's always so warm on the inside. Not like any other normal vehicle. Alive-warm.

"Hmm. Wanna have a lap around the temple? Easy pace?" She does like his stunt-driving, but today she's feeling like she needs something mellow.

"Sounds good." He has no intention of driving fast and reckless. He'd gotten that out of his system on the ride over here, anyway. He was content enough to roll at a sedate pace, because it gave him more time with her, more time also for Wing to prepare.

"I missed you, when Perceptor and I were out in the badlands." It was an implied question: what did she do? Other than lose weight, that is.

"Missed me? You sure about that? I can be preeeetttyyyy annoying." She's teasing, obviously.

She leans the seat back and curls up.

"Missed you, too." It's kind of awkward to explain that she's been hallucinating and losing her appetite over it. Not sleeping as much. The Marker's influence hasn't released it's grip.

Fortunately, company like this seems to stave it off for the most part at least.

"I missed you." Though he really doesn't want to see her in the Badlands, under its influence.

"Wing take care of you?" --like he asked, he almost added, but cut himself off. He didn't want her to think he'd assigned her a guardian.

"Yeah, he did." She chuckles, none the wiser, "We cleaned up the bar a bit and had some drinks. It was fun."

It's odd but at times like this, she thinks about when she had arrived, bleeding. He'd been the first bot she'd seen.

She never expected they'd have become as close as they are. It's a nice thought.

"Good. Thanks for keeping him company." It worked both ways, really, he figures--Wing and Vandal keeping each other company.

He slows a bit, just for a view of the temple. It was pretty, here. "Did you talk about me?" He's curious, what can he say?

"Haha, any time. He's a handful. I wish I could bottle that kind of energy."

She turns to look out the window. It really is beautiful, and turning out to be a nice night, too.

"A bit. We always talk about you. It's always good things," She assures him.

"Yes. And the optimism." Drift tries, but he knows he's just the imitation. "I'm glad you had a good time." She deserves it. He was worried about any fallout from Wing's change; he's so glad it's unfounded.

"Oh?" Drift: fishing for information with infinite subtlety.

"That too." She could always use more of that. She tries, but it's harder and harder these days.

"Hahah, mostly that we agree you don't give yourself enough credit."

"Figures." Too much to ask for Wing to be giddy with Drift's sexual prowess or something, right? "Well, to make up for it, we should talk about Wing now."

"We do that anyways you know." Often it's one of them asking for advice on the other.

They're about halfway around the temple now, and she's feeling pretty relaxed.

"But we can talk about how cute you guys are, anyways."

"...true." But that's not as much fun as gossip. "Did you get him drunk?" He can hope for a juicy story.

"Vandal. I'm not 'cute'." Wing, however? Another story. He likes this, these friendly, teasing conversations. He's never had this and it feels...like something he missed out on.

"Sure did!" She grins, "But you know. They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas or something. I saw that in a movie."

They didn't talk about anything very serious, but she likes watching Drift try to squeeze it out of her.

"Oh I thought we went over this. Yes, yes you are. You're a big pointy bunny. Ever heard the song 'Little Bunny Foo Foo?' That song is about you."

"I didn't know they said that. But this isn't Vegas." He will counter with logic.

"Vandal. I'm not little." He'll argue that point, at least.

"Haha, okay okay. Well, From what I remember, he did thank me for playing wingman for him. Helping you two get together."

Because she did. She worked very hard at it actually.

"And he said that you told him you loved him. Good job on that, by the way." She grins.

"It's how the song goes. Little bunny Drift... uh. Boo. Drift-boo, hoppin through the cyberforest, scoopin' up Decepticons and boppin' 'em on the head!"

Not bad for off the cuff!

"Is that what you call it? It seemed like nagging to me." His engines rev in a laugh. He'd needed it.

"I...uh yeah. Before I left." A sheepish smile: it had taken an entirely different kind of courage than he usually had to do it.

"I don't think that's how the song really goes." He hopes not, at any rate.

"Hey now! Be grateful!" She sasses back at him, grinning wide.

"That's good. I'm glad for you." There's still a pang there of wishing she could hear it. A weird mix of wanting, being being happy that they're happy together. Maybe that's what love is. Or something. Giving something up for a greater good.

She closes her eyes.

"Yeah but I like that version better."

"I am." That slightly too serious tone again. Vandal had certainly more than helped: that wasn't a joke.

"I want you to be glad for you, too, though." Speaking of.... "We could always go across some of Vector's bridges, maybe up to my quarters or something." See how subtly he was floating that? He should change his name to Smooth.

"Good. Herding cats would have been an easier task than getting you two to talk about your feelings." She's joking of course, as always.

"I am. I have a lot of great friends." She says that a bit too quickly. Still being grateful for what you have-

"Okay, sounds good." Easy enough, she's relaxed into his seat by now and she really doesn't care where they go at this point.

He will presume they are hard to herd and that herding cats is a thing. "I was the problem. Wing is always ready to talk about his feelings." A little too much for Drift's comfort, but he has a battle plan, now. It's called 'Kissing Wing Shuts Him Up' Thus far, success.

"You do. Me. Wing. Perceptor....probably others." He doesn't want you to feel like he stalks you or anything.

"Good. Because you don't seem tired just yet and I...don't really just want to drop you back at your trailer." Alone. No,he definitely doesn't want that.

"There you go again, being too hard on yourself," She says, tapping her fingers against the dash in admonishment.

"Yeah. Never had so many friends before. And they're all fucking awesome Cybertronians, too." Notice she didn't use the 'R' word? She's working on being more PC. They aren't robots. They're living beings who think and feel.

"Yeah, I'm still good for a few more hours. You wanna have a few drinks? Maybe listen to some music or whatever? I could pick out a movie you haven't see. I think you'd dig The Last Samurai. Just a hunch."

"Just realistic," Drift says. His tires sweep easily around a curve, onto the first bridge into Vector's palace proper. The place wasn't really designed for non-flyers, and sometimes he thinks it's a matter of time before he's asked to leave, but for right now he's determined to enjoy what he has. It's only fair if that's the advice he has for Vandal that he do the same thing.

"You deserve friends, Vandal." Statement of fact.

"We could do that.I don't have any of your human alcohol, though, so...any ideas?" Maybe she'd suggest Wing. Who knew? "I'd like anything if you wanted to do it, Vandal."

"Just a dork," Vandal corrects, peering out the window as they near the temple.

She smiles settling back down for the rest of the ride. There's something incredibly comforting in sitting here while he drives. Being in motion. The hum of machinery, and knowing that machinery has your back.

"Oh don't worry. I always bring a little something." Probably not... healthy.

"We'll figure something you, you big pushover."

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