Heavy bass beats could be heard on the street. The dark club was lit sporadically by multicolored lights. Bodies moved in tandem, armor freshly polished and shining in the quick flashes of light. He'd saved up for a vorn for this trip to Praxus. For his last night he was going all out.

Swaggering up to the bar he flashed the mech pouring drinks a smile and pressed his hand to the ID scanner in front of him. It beeped once and flashed green. His delight about sent him to the dance floor before he got his drink. It was finally his spark orn and he was cleared to slag his systems with high grade. And if there was going to be a war he wanted to make sure he got in all the fun he could while he could. "What you drinkin', handsome?" the barmech asked.

"Whatever is gonna get me the most fun," he answered, yelling over the music. The barmech laughed and put a glass on the bar. He pulled two bottles from the shelf behind him and poured both at the same time filling the glass to the brim. The high grade mixed to purple and sparked like lightning. And it looked like a lot of fun.

Tossing it back like he almost fell over. The high grade popped and buzzed and sparked along his glossa and down his throat all the way to his abdere. He coughed a couple times but the sparks stayed and he laughed. He probably shouldn't have done that so fast. "Want another?" the barmech asked with a knowing smirk. He nodded and pushed his glass back.

He knew what to expect with the second drink but that didn't make the popping and fizzing any less intense. The room felt a little off kilter when he pushed away from the bar but the colors seemed brighter, the bass heavier. He couldn't resist the pull of the dancefloor anymore. Staggering a little he found his way down a few short steps and pushed through a throng of bodies as another song started.

The room spun with him as he danced, the lights leaving streaks of color as he twirled around the others. He didn't think, just let his body find the beat and gave in. Sparks still danced on his glossa and his frame felt warmer than usual. The floor tilted and rocked under his feet as he moved but there were enough bodies around him he didn't fall.

A streak of silver caught his optic, closer to the edge of the dance floor. The lights flicked in time with the beat and he saw the flash again. A wider space around a mech with wings that caught the light and threw it back on the dancefloor. Black and white armor camouflaged him in both the darkness and the light. But there was no overlooking the way he moved, like music personified. He didn't move with the beat, he was the beat and everyone around him just looked clunky and out of sync.

He found his way over to the mech and flashed him a smile. Dark blue optics looked him over and a slow smile spread across his face. The fell into rhythm together and it was like they'd always been dancing together.

Lights flashed and blurred past his optics, he couldn't tell anymore if he was feeling the beat or his spark pulse. The floor dipped and rolled, the room continued to spin with him and he tasted sparks. He mirrored the sinuous slide of the black and white frame in front of him. He couldn't remember getting so close to the mech but between one blink and the next they were chest to chest and he was looking up into the slightly taller mech's dark optics. Hands brushed across his hips and he felt the same sparks on his exoform that he had popping in his mouth.

He blinked again and wings blocked the light, a hot frame pressed against his, one hand clutched the mech's hip, the other wrapped around his neck bringing his head down. Sparks skipped where their mouths met. Their sparks beat in sync. He felt the beat, he was the beat and no one but the mech in his arms could match him.

Cool night air hit his frame but the beat still thrummed through him, sparks dancing in his mouth and on his hip where the mech touched him. Streetlights and starlight blurred together as the sidewalk shimmied under his feet. The music faded but didn't disappear, he could feel the beat pounding in his spark and felt it in the body pressed against his.

The music came back, sparks on his glossa as limbs tangled together. Wings wrapped around him glittering like starlight and club lights. Sparks sizzled on his lips where they pressed against exoform. Armor fell to the floor and they restarted their dance.

They found the beat, they were the beat.

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A loud knock on the door startled him mostly awake. Between the noise and his light sensitive optics a processor ache pounced on him and he groaned. "Checkout was twenty breems ago!" a gruff voice yelled. Rubbing his optics he pushed himself up squinting against the light and looking around the unfamiliar room. His armor was stacked neatly on the nightstand but there was no sign of anyone else.

Everything felt oddly…quiet. He remembered a black and white frame moving against his. His fingers reached up and brushed against his lips where he'd felt sparks dancing all night. There was nothing there now. Rubbing his optics he untangled himself from the sheets and tossed them aside. A flash of light, like starlight caught his attention. A silver feather. Picking it up he convinced himself he imagined the sparks tingling his fingertips and the faint thread of music in his audio.

Another loud knock and he rubbed his optics again. "I hear ya', gimme two breems," he yelled back. Snapping his armor back into place he looked around the small room but aside from the feather there was no trace of the mech he'd danced with.

He might have convinced himself he made the whole thing up but with the exception of his late checkout fee, the room was paid for. Ducking his head against the bright orn light he made his way a transit station, a silver feather that felt like sparks and sounded like music tucked in his subspace.

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A/N:Rihanna's Don't Stop the Music 100% inspired this one. I think I should've done a series of these things called Missed Connections or something. Ah well, you'll just have to enjoy as I get them done. Still working on my longer stuff, promise! I've been sidetracked by original stuff and Life.

And Ratchet's being a total aft and won't talk to me. *pokes* *ducks wrench*