[Closed] Save The Last Dance For Me

[raceme]

WHO: Barricade and Blurr
WHERE: (one of) Blurr's rooms in the Habitation Wing
WHEN: Wednesday night
WHAT: First Date~
WARNINGS: Nothing specific, game rating applies.

[Despite not being something unusual the weight of Blurr's responsibilities were particularly heavy lately and the bot just wanted to spend some good time with a friend and ignore the rest of the world for a little bit.

It was refreshing to have Barricade around and Blurr knew exactly what they could be doing. He had a table ready with cubes and other goodies, nothing too fancy but it was clear that he worked in it to make it look good.  And more important,  he also had the music ready. Now he only had to wait for Barricade to show up.]

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[namesnotprowl]

And if it isn't Mr. Blurr. I would've brought flowers, but we don't seem to have many of them.

[And he would bow, but that would be silly. Instead he just inclines his head and grins, coming in when asked.]

I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long f'r me.

[raceme]

I think I will survive. Besides, the intention is what counts.

[The door silently closes as Blurr takes a step aside so Barricade can see the surroundings better.]

Not at all, it gave me ^{time to get} everything ready. [Like, moving the furniture of the room out of the way. Aside from the table and seat, the rest of things were close to the walls, giving them more space in the center. A peculiar distribution.]

Do you _fancy a drink?

[namesnotprowl]

I suppose so. Still, I'll make it up to you~

[When he not running himself ragged.]

Everything ready. Interesting setup you've got here. [Barricade is getting a good look around. This is a lot of space. Hrm...]

Sure. What'cha got?

[raceme]

Ah, promises, promises...[There was a faint chuckle as he waves a hand.]

It follows a purpose. So does that music player in the wall. [Blurr walks to the table and picks up one of the blue cube. Some others are pink, because that's the coloration of the energon in Blurr's world, but he thinks that Barricade might like that one better.

The mech turns, leaning against the table and holding up the cube for Barricade.]

A bit of everything. [Come get it, boy.]

[namesnotprowl]

I've a long memory for promises, I'll have you know. [He taps his head and grins.]

Mmm. You, me, and music. How mysterious~ Dare I ask, or it is a surprise? [Barricade does notice the wide selection... and that Blurr bee-lines to offer up a blue one. Thoughtful. He's seen a lot of the pink before - even learned to make it - but there had always been something off-putting about it for him. Blue is a comfortable norm.

He tilts his head slightly, smiling and shifting his stance into an amused S-curve.]

So I see. You've been planning, I see. [Two can play this game~ Barricade saunters over, taking the offered cube with a coy brushing of his claws over Blurr's fingers.]

[raceme]

So do I. That's good.

We have some pending dancing lessons, I thought this could be a good night to practice. [Blurr studies Barricade's body language, appreciating how someone bigger than him is able to move in such delicate way sometimes. He smiles when their fingers brush and then he reaches for a pink cube.]

Plans and back up plans, that's the sort of mech I am. [That one time when he didn't had one Blurr almost died. Never again.]

I imagined that if I am as bad ^{as dancing that} tango thing you suggested as I think, at least I could get you drunk and then both would _{be just as bad at keeping our equilibrium.}

[namesnotprowl]

Ahh, dubious plotting indeed. Dance lessons in the guise of a date. [The teasing is gentle, at least. Barricade really doesn't mind dancing - or helping others to learn for that matter. Especially when he didn't have to harass them into being taught.]

Not a bad way to be at all, that. [Barricade's getting to be the same way, really. Though only about certain things.]

Smart choice~ Though I was suggesting that the tango as a starter lesson would be a daunting task. A drunken tango will definitely be an adventure.

[raceme]

More like dancing as part of the date, I thought you might like it. [Blurr has doubts for a brief moment and takes a sip of his drink to hide it. He imagines that it was probably just teasing but he has .]

It makes things easier sometimes. [Lucky. Blurr is becoming more cynic as time goes by but he refuses to admit it.]

Thank you! I take pride ^{on my ability} to distract people with high grade. I learned that working at the bar. Tango was the only name I could remember _{but I'm not} new to challenges. We can start with something simpler, what you suggest?

[namesnotprowl]

Like it? I love it. No one ever willingly comes t'me for dance lessons. Always have to coerce them into it. [It's kind of pleasant to have someone want to learn right off the bat.] Best idea for a date I've ever heard, and no lie.

Mm, well I'm always up f'r a challenge - unless I'll get creamed at it - and drunken tango lessons will definitely be an interesting challenge. If nothing else, it'll be a hilarious in-joke for us later. [He chuckles.] If we can both take the teasing.

[raceme]

[That statement sure cheers up Blurr quickly.] What a shame, who would say no to you? Ah...aboutdancingImean. [Dancing, dancing, he means dancing.]

We need to drink a bit more to reach that point, I think we are safe for now. [And that said, Blurr raises his cube.] Cheers, for a great night.

[namesnotprowl]

[He gives Blurr a bit of a sly look. Are you sure you mean dancing~?] Oh, loads of folks. Primes especially; they absolutely cringe over dancing. T'be honest, I think they're intimidated by the armor.

We will at that. But we're off to an excellent start. [Barricade chuckles, raising his cube in return.] To dancing - and date night.

[raceme]

[One that he tries to ignore, but in the end he smiles shyly.] I don't think the Primes are meant to dance BUT it could be worse. Could be a Magnus. Imagine that.

[Blurr looks up, the previous nerves gone.] OhhhhhHHHHHHhhh, the armor _of course.

[His optics gets brighter and he nods, taking a sip of his drink.] Now it's all a matter of choosing the right music. There, I trust your judgment.

[Blurr handles Barricade his small datapad (it came out of nowhere, don't ask). There's a long playlist on the screen for Barricade.]

[namesnotprowl]

Ah yeah, Magnus. They're the highest-up in your dimension, right? Boy, I'd almost pay f'r the chance to convince one of them. [He chuckles. It would almost be worth it... except the only one that's here seems like an even bigger buzzkill than most Primes.]

Mm-hmm. They can't figure out how to get their hands around it.

[Barricade takes the datapad carefully, looking it over... and let's out a low whistle. Well, he certainly can't fault Blurr for being thorough. Hrm. This is going to take some time to go through. He takes a swig of energon as he goes through the list.] Gotta say you definitely don't do anything by halves.

[raceme]

Yes, he's ^{the Supreme} Commander of the Autobots _{and the leader} of the Cybertron Elite Guard, not 100% like the Magnus here but CLOSE ENOUGH and he's a great leader. I would help you pay for that, though. [Because just imagining that makes Blurr smile.]

Yeah there's a lot I know. I like music, I recorded a lot of songs when I was on Earth. [Take all the time you need Barricade, He will just lean against the table and fidget nervously with his cube.]

[namesnotprowl]

Seems like a bit of a stick-in-the-mud t'me. Of course, that's what would make trying to convince him to dance so interesting. Making logical arguments for the the benefits of dancing. [He even has to chuckle a little at the thought himself.]

I don't blame you. They've got some good music on that little rock. I've got a lot of it myself. Hrm... [In the end he decides to go with something slightly traditional with a twist at the end. No need to go too crazy just yet.]

[raceme]

He has a lot of responsibilities, he needs to be serious. [Blurr likes him a lot, okay? ;W; But yes the mental image of Magnus dancing would bring a smile to everyone's face.]

I showed you mine you need to show me yours one day. [Blurr nudged Barricade's side before taking another sip of his drink.]Ohsothatsatango...I like the rhythm.

[namesnotprowl]

'All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.' Fella's gotta have a little fun every once in a while. [Actually, all work and no play makes Barricade find you unbearable, but that's neither here nor there.]

[Barricade chuckles, nudging Blurr back playfully.] Only if you ask nicely~ And it is; one of the tunes for it, anyway. There are a lot.

[raceme]

Who's Jack? [Sorry Cade, the Shinning is not a movie he has seen. You get a confused puppy look for that.]

I always ask nicely. Unless you want me to be bossy. [Something he wouldn't mind doing if he had to. He puts down the unfinished cube and his hands go to his hips.]

SO! Are you going to teach me or not?

[namesnotprowl]

It's a metaphor, really. If you don't have a little fun every once in a while, you get deadly boring yourself. [C'mon, The Shining is brilliant. Someday, Blurr. Someday.]

Mm, I'd be interested in seeing that sometime. Later, of course. [Barricade downs the rest of his own cube, stepping into the middle of the floor.]

Of course I am. Now, c'mere and let me arrange your hands.

[raceme]

Oh. Ah right. Iknewthat. [He totally did, shh. And yes the shinning is amazing, there's no denying that. Blurr just never had the chance to actually see it.]

We have all know, I'm <sub>sure we will have time to do many things. [Blurr really needs to learn how to be less blunt. He's working on the whole 'dating thing', sorry Barricade.

He follow and holds up his arms, unsure of what that arranging means. Blurr is not the tallest mech in the planet but he got big hands.]</sub>