This bunny was adopted from Heslestor on the TF bunny farm. This is going to be a really short fic, but there really wasn't much more we could do for it.

Disclaimer: We do not own Transformers, or any sort of alcohol for that matter.

"A man is not drunk so long as he can hold onto a blade of grass and not fall off of the earth."

or in this case... "A mech is not drunk as long as he can magnetize himself to the floor (or any other metallic object) and not fall off the planet they're on."

Stuck on a Wall

Sideswipe's high-grade nearly slipped out of his hand as he stumbled across the ark's rec room towards his brother. They had just won a hard battle against the Decepticons, and were in the midst of celebrating victory. Tripping over a chair he made a not-so-graceful landing on his aft, spilling his high-grade all over; causing Jazz to look up at him.

"Heh, 'Sides your so drunk yer sticken to tha ceiling." Jazz made an elaborate and over exaggerated attempt to point to the red mech above him. Having had a few cubes to much of high-grade himself, he failed and ended up falling head over heals himself.

Sideswipe looked up at Jazz. "Nah, isn't me whose overcharged, I'm on the floor. You're the one on the ceiling." He shuttered his optics to get a better look at the room. "Woo wee, everything's tipsy turvy." Chuckling he attempted to get up to retrieve some more high-grade, only to end up face planting it into the floor.

At this point Prowl, who had been watching the entire public presentation of overcharged mechs, stood up and walked into the middle of the room. Placing both hands on his hips he addressed Jazz and Sideswipe. "Both of you are cratered off your afts. Now get to your quarters before I send you to the brig, and for Primus' sake, stay off the walls!"

As the two overcharged mechs stumbled out of the room, Prowl grabbed a cube and sat down with a sigh, next to Ratchet. "I can't believe those two. Well, alright I can believe Sideswipe, but Jazz is an officer! I would never do something so…so…I can't even find the word for it."

Ratchet snorted. "What about that time in Iacon?"

Prowl just raised an optic ridge. "What time?"

Ratchet smiled and turned to the other mechs in the room. "I believe it involved karaoke and dancing and Prowl being completely cratered out of his processor."

Prowl sputtered, "I don't believe you!"

At this Ratchet smirked and replied, "I have the video to prove it." Prowl groaned and smacked his head on the table. "Shall we refresh your memory?" The other mechs in the room cheered as Prowl tried his hardest to sink through the floor.

Okayz this is where we stop unless you want us to try to figure out what type of nonsense is in that video of Ratchet's.