Post by Latte on Jun 23, 2008 17:50:06 GMT -5
She insisted I spork one of her fics...I still hesitate, but...she wanted me to. >_<
Picked one of her FF.net fics, Happy Hangover Day. Here goes...
Okay…why am I staring at the ceiling? More importantly…why is the ceiling so familiar? Gee, I wonder. Maybe because you're where you should be? Optimus wondered to himself. Sitting up, he realized he was in his quarters, which didn’t make sense. The last place he remembered being was in the recreational area of the base…As he started to move off of the berth, a small note fluttering to the ground caught his attention. As he read it, he let out a low groan. There it was, in black and white…was the source of his demise… "Car washes, free for the day!"
--
“Hey, check out Ironhide and Prowl…I think the twins must’ve slipped them some rum…or maybe they got into the vodka…” Denver Mackenzie, the base’s “receptionist”, Why in the Pit do the TFs need a human "receptionist?" stated *twitch*the tainted word! with a small chuckle, before indicating the two ‘bots, both of whom were using their holoforms. The pair were apparently bickering about one thing or another, before Bumblebee had rolled his eyes and selected something for them. A few seconds passed before a high-paced song began blaring out over the sound system, and a few people started dancing. "A few people" presumably being Ratchet and Ironhide. Obviously.
“She's He's into superstitions black cats and voodoo dolls.
I feel a premonitionthat girl's Ratchet's gonna make me fall.
She's He's into new sensations new kicks in the candle light.
She's He's got a new addiction for every day and night.
She'll He'll make you take your clothes show your spark off and go dancing in the rain.
She'll He'll make you live her his crazy life but she'll he'll take away your pain
like abullet wrench to your brain head. Come On!”
At this point, Ironhide showed everyone just how high he could jump, earning a few cheers, and a comment of “Nice Scissorkick, Hide!” from Sam. Most of the humans in attendance were in various stages of intoxication, ranging from barely(Sam, Mikaela and, surprisingly enough, Denver) Why are the teens not getting drunk when they get the opportunity? to almost dangerously(Epps and a few of the other military personnel) Like Lennox? Or would Sarah kill him dead?. A few of the humans had opted to abstain from consuming alcohol, due to being “Designated Drivers”…A measure that would prove to be a smart decision later. If there are already slag-faced guys, then it's already a smart decision.
“Upside, inside outshe's he's livin la vida loca
She'll He'll push and pull you down, livin la vida loca
Her His lips are devil red humanlike and her skin's the color mocha his armor's really blinding
She He will wear you out livin la vida loca Come On!
Livin la vida loca, Come on!
She's He's livin la vida loca.
Woke up inNew York City Autobot base in a funky cheap hotel the medbay on a berth
She took my heart cursed at me and she took he offed my money cannons
she He must've slipped me a sleeping pill sedative
She He never drinks the water low-grade and makes you order French Champagne the high-grade
Once you've had a taste ofher him you'll never be the same
Yeah,she'll he'll make you go insane.”
Denver let out a laugh at that point, only because Prowl had started trying to get her to dance with him. Drunk!Prowl is clearly slagfaced. *very amused* She was able to avoid his stumbling advances long enough for the song to go on without him, *confused headtilt*...why would that work? he seems like he'd be fairly persistent drunk. There's just no more music? which provided Sunstreaker and Sideswipe with a bit of amusement.
He distinctly remembered heading over to the refreshment table to do a bit of socializing, translation: get totally drunk and pass out and after that, everything else was an unintelligible blur. Optimus could recall bits and pieces, such as Ratchet trying in vain to pry something from his grasp, but not much else after the first cup of punch he had had. Gee. I wonder why.
--
Eyeing the note one more time, just to make sure he was reading things right, the Autobot leader began to consider what a suitable way to deal with the twins would be. "first, they'll scrub every inch of the base with a toothbrush, and if they miss one bit, they'll have to do it again, next, I'll turn them over to Ratchet and give him free rein..." As he exited his quarters, the note drifted to the ground, spelling with unwavering certainty, the results of the spiked punch.
“Optimus, the next time you feel the need to sing Half Cocked’s “Bad Reputation”, please bear in mind that the original singer is female…and that you are better suited to delivering speeches…” PROFOUND SINGING.
-Ratchet
“PS: Your voice is like chocolate for the ears!!”
-Denver Well, duh, every fangirl knows that.
“PPS: I think someone spiked the punch…which would explain your actions…and why Denver was all but molesting you while you sang…Which isn’t an image I wanted to have burned into my retinas for a month…thanks…” Meh, any fangirl'd do it with no second thoughts.
-Epps
Picked one of her FF.net fics, Happy Hangover Day. Here goes...
Okay…why am I staring at the ceiling? More importantly…why is the ceiling so familiar? Gee, I wonder. Maybe because you're where you should be? Optimus wondered to himself. Sitting up, he realized he was in his quarters, which didn’t make sense. The last place he remembered being was in the recreational area of the base…As he started to move off of the berth, a small note fluttering to the ground caught his attention. As he read it, he let out a low groan. There it was, in black and white…was the source of his demise… "Car washes, free for the day!"
--
“Hey, check out Ironhide and Prowl…I think the twins must’ve slipped them some rum…or maybe they got into the vodka…” Denver Mackenzie, the base’s “receptionist”, Why in the Pit do the TFs need a human "receptionist?" stated *twitch*the tainted word! with a small chuckle, before indicating the two ‘bots, both of whom were using their holoforms. The pair were apparently bickering about one thing or another, before Bumblebee had rolled his eyes and selected something for them. A few seconds passed before a high-paced song began blaring out over the sound system, and a few people started dancing. "A few people" presumably being Ratchet and Ironhide. Obviously.
“
I feel a premonition
like a
At this point, Ironhide showed everyone just how high he could jump, earning a few cheers, and a comment of “Nice Scissorkick, Hide!” from Sam. Most of the humans in attendance were in various stages of intoxication, ranging from barely(Sam, Mikaela and, surprisingly enough, Denver) Why are the teens not getting drunk when they get the opportunity? to almost dangerously(Epps and a few of the other military personnel) Like Lennox? Or would Sarah kill him dead?. A few of the humans had opted to abstain from consuming alcohol, due to being “Designated Drivers”…A measure that would prove to be a smart decision later. If there are already slag-faced guys, then it's already a smart decision.
“Upside, inside out
Livin la vida loca, Come on!
Woke up in
Once you've had a taste of
Yeah,
Denver let out a laugh at that point, only because Prowl had started trying to get her to dance with him. Drunk!Prowl is clearly slagfaced. *very amused* She was able to avoid his stumbling advances long enough for the song to go on without him, *confused headtilt*...why would that work? he seems like he'd be fairly persistent drunk. There's just no more music? which provided Sunstreaker and Sideswipe with a bit of amusement.
He distinctly remembered heading over to the refreshment table to do a bit of socializing, translation: get totally drunk and pass out and after that, everything else was an unintelligible blur. Optimus could recall bits and pieces, such as Ratchet trying in vain to pry something from his grasp, but not much else after the first cup of punch he had had. Gee. I wonder why.
--
Eyeing the note one more time, just to make sure he was reading things right, the Autobot leader began to consider what a suitable way to deal with the twins would be. "first, they'll scrub every inch of the base with a toothbrush, and if they miss one bit, they'll have to do it again, next, I'll turn them over to Ratchet and give him free rein..." As he exited his quarters, the note drifted to the ground, spelling with unwavering certainty, the results of the spiked punch.
“Optimus, the next time you feel the need to sing Half Cocked’s “Bad Reputation”, please bear in mind that the original singer is female…and that you are better suited to delivering speeches…” PROFOUND SINGING.
-Ratchet
“PS: Your voice is like chocolate for the ears!!”
-Denver Well, duh, every fangirl knows that.
“PPS: I think someone spiked the punch…which would explain your actions…and why Denver was all but molesting you while you sang…Which isn’t an image I wanted to have burned into my retinas for a month…thanks…” Meh, any fangirl'd do it with no second thoughts.
-Epps