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Post by Den on Mar 19, 2008 20:12:08 GMT -5
Desinex chased after the other femme she was trying to convince to join her at the pub. "Look, there's NO way I'm drinking alone tonight, and since we both have something to mope about, you're coming with me!" With that, the Decepticon sniper kicked open the door to the pub, trying to drag the other in with her.
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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 19, 2008 20:22:29 GMT -5
Nightstrike rolled her optics. She desperately needed to get away from the base, but memories of where Desinex wanted to go were painful. In the end, she relented.
"Fine!"
As she stepped in, her tanks churned. Remembering... him and their final goodbye. Oh, that had been painful beyond belief, but it had been something that had to be done. Standing with her head bowed for a moment and her optics shuttered, she finally managed to make a move towards the bar to get a drink. Old habits died hard though and she found herself going to what had been her usual dark corner. Hesitating, she turned and headed back to a well lit part of the pub and took a seat, glaring mournfully into her drink.
"Fine, I'm here. Happy Desinex?"
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Post by Den on Mar 19, 2008 20:29:42 GMT -5
"I'd be lying if I said I was...but for now...meh..." Desinex shrugged a shoulder, getting a drink for herself. She sat down near Nightstrike, scowling into her own drink. "Why is it that mechs make things so fragging complicated?"
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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 19, 2008 20:33:56 GMT -5
Nighstrike cocked an optic ridge at her... daughter in law? No, Her and Quicksilver were not bonded. If he was anything like his father, they probably never would be. Choosing to not answer the question yet, she downed a fair portion of her drink.
"That, Desinex, is the question on the mind of every femme from here to the farthest reaches of the universe. What's Quicksilver done now?"
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Post by Den on Mar 19, 2008 20:45:02 GMT -5
Desinex shook her head a little, sipping at her drink before answering, "Nothing bad...It's just...I still...I still don't get it...why he would choose me...even though he knows my past...or at least, what I've told him...I guess...I just want to know what he sees in me...Especially since there's more capable femmes around..."
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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 19, 2008 20:47:46 GMT -5
Nightstrike shrugged, "As I said, who knows what goes through their minds. At least you have some idea as to where you stand with Quicksilver. Be thankful that he is unlike his father in that." She sipped her drink, "I personally believe that you should be thankful for what you have and not question it."
Nightstrike winced. Perhaps she should take her own advice? More of the energone was drained away in a furious gulp.
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Post by Den on Mar 19, 2008 20:51:42 GMT -5
Desinex chuckled a little, darkly. "Perhaps it is a common trait in mechs, to drive us to the point of CPU meltdown..." She shook her head and sipped at her drink a bit more, before raising her glass. "To the infuriating Mechs...even though they're irritating as all pit, I'd rather not lose them."
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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 19, 2008 20:55:47 GMT -5
"I'm sure we do the same to them as well. It must be a two way street."
Nightstrike grudgingly raised her glass and toasted, but her heart was not in it. Her free hand absentmindedly rubbed against the mark on her arm.
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Post by Den on Mar 19, 2008 21:02:08 GMT -5
Desinex finished her drink, and then got up to get another. "You're probably right...for all we know, they could be talking about us...but...frankly? I don't care right now...Let's just enjoy tonight, or at least try to...we'll worry about other stuff later." The sniper didn't miss the fact that Nightstrike was rubbing at the mark on her arm, but chose not to comment on that. Instead, she opted to sit back down, before chuckling a little as an errant thought crossed her processor.
"At least we're not Autobots...I'd hate to imagine what they must go through..."
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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 19, 2008 21:07:22 GMT -5
Nightstrike snorted and looked up at Desinex. "The Autobots? With their safe and cuddly love? No, none of that for me. The bite of the lash, a tweak to a wing when no one is looking. It... is not enough." She shook her head. "Ignore me this evening."
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Raven was laughing and giggling. It had been a while since she had been to the pub.
"Come on Showtime! You're such a slowpoke!"
She more or less skipped through the door and got her drink. She looked around and saw the 'con femmes at their table and noticed that the only free seats were right next to theirs.
"Showtime, you don' t mind sitting near them, do you?"
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Post by Den on Mar 19, 2008 21:12:26 GMT -5
"Part of the fun is the unknown, Nightstrike...If I were with an Autobot, I'd be bored out of my processors in a week, i'm sure..." Desinex smirked, but the smirk dropped off of her faceplates when she spotted the pair entering the pub. "...there's not NEARLY enough high-grade to make things better now."
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"I am NOT slow, Raven. You just happen to have an advantage because of your alt-mode." Showtime chuckled, following Raven into the pub. She tensed when she spotted who else was present, but tried to make it not that obvious that she'd rather help Wheeljack with one of his experiments than sit near either one of the 'Con femmes. "I don't mind...but if they start anything, you can bet I'm going to finish it."
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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 20, 2008 7:32:34 GMT -5
Nightstrike laughed bitterly, "The unkown, huh? No, it is not fun. At least how I experience it is not fun." She drained the last of her cube and went to stand when she nearly ran right into Raven. Optics narrowed at the much smaller Autobot femme.
"Watch it, Autobot."
"Excuse me! You were the one who nearly knocked me out with that wing of yours! And look! You spilled part of my drink! You owe me!"
Nightstrike, not feeling up to a fight, merely sighed, shrugged and went to the bar, bringing back two cubes, one of which she shoved in Raven's general directions.
"Thanks... I guess."
Nightstrike sat back down and drained a quarter of her cube, motioning for the other two femmes to sit.
"I don't like for people to hover behind me. I cannot see what you are doing.
"What? Big bad 'con princess worried that we're going to do something to damage her paint?"
Nightstrike looked at Raven and growled, "One, I am not that vain. Two, I hold no title and I hold no illusions of my place within our ranks! Now if you will be so kind as to sit and not stand behind me, I would be most appreciative!"
Raven nodded to Showtime, "Fine, you don't start anything and we won't."
Raven took a sip of her drink before levelling a look at Desinex, "Isn't it a bit unusual for your mechs to let them out of their sights?"
Nightstrike groaned to herself and stared into her drink.
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Post by Den on Mar 20, 2008 11:33:45 GMT -5
Desinex's lip components curled in a snarl. "That is none of your concern, Autobot."
Showtime got herself a drink and sat down near Raven, watching Nightstrike with an unreadable expression. "I'll behave if she does."
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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 20, 2008 15:16:33 GMT -5
Nightstrike continued to stare into her drink as she answered, "I have no reason to give you any trouble. Not in here at least." Finally she looked up at Raven and Showtime. "Where are your mechs?"
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Post by Den on Mar 20, 2008 16:01:01 GMT -5
Showtime shook her head. "I don't have one." Desinex snorted and made some unintelligible comment, which earned her a glare from the Autobot sniper. "I could ask you the same thing, Desinex, but I won't. I don't want to know, anyways."
Desinex growled lowly, claws digging into her drink container a bit, before she stated, in a cold tone, "It's really not your business anyways, Showtime."
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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 20, 2008 16:05:54 GMT -5
Nightstrike smirked, "Now, now, now Desinex. There is no reason to get upset. Go on and tell her. I suggest we do a bit of quid pro quo. Question for question. What do you think?"
Raven sipped her drink, coolly meeting Nightstrike's gaze.
"Fine by me. Showtime? What do you think?"
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Post by Den on Mar 20, 2008 16:14:22 GMT -5
"...fine...but I draw the line at questions about interfacing." Showtime took a long draw from her drink.
Desinex chuckled a bit, giving the smaller blue femme a look. "What's this? All of a sudden, you're a prude?" She smirked as Showtime choked a bit on her drink.
"N-No! I..." Showtime sputtered, before looking away from the other femmes. Desinex had to struggle to keep from laughing outright.
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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 20, 2008 16:40:24 GMT -5
Nightstrike smirked.
"Oh, please. Nothing is off limits. Where would the fun be otherwise? Don't worry, I promise to start off nice and easy for lightweights such as yourself. So, here we go!" With a cheery smile Nightstrike pinned Showtime with a leer, "So when was the last time you interfaced? I'll go ahead and answer first, shall I? Let's see..."
Nightstrike thought for a moment, the smirk on her face faultering.
Oh... Frag...
She checked again and could not believe it. The last time had been when Chimera was conceived. Nightstrike then decided to do what every good 'con did when placed into a tricky situation.
"This morning. Twice."
"Liar!" Screamed Raven.
"I most certainly am not!"
"You are too!"
"And how can you tell?"
Raven smirked, "Your lips are moving."
Nightstrike growled, "Answer the question and shut up."
"Two days ago."
"Go on then, Showtime." Nightstrike eyed the other femme.
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Post by Den on Mar 20, 2008 16:49:06 GMT -5
"Urk...um...well...you see..."Showtime could feel her faceplates heating rapidly, and mumbled quickly, "Ihaventinterfacedwithanyoneyet."
Desinex arched an optic ridge, predatory grin on her face, "What was that, Showtime? I didn't quite catch it..." Snickering a bit at the look the other femme gave her, she leaned back in her chair. "Well?"
Showtime hunched down, trying to make herself look smaller. "I...I haven't interfaced with anyone yet..."
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Post by Miss Mandy on Mar 20, 2008 16:53:49 GMT -5
Nightstrike's optics twinkled with delight. Oh, this was going to be a very interesting evening indeed!
"You haven't? And how old are you exactly? Oh, and Desi, you haven't answered the question. Don't think that just because you're sparking off with my son that you don't have to answer the questions."
Raven patted Showtime's arm, "Don't let them get to you."
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