This literally hit me in the shower last night and I wanted to test it out. The only thing is, YOU are the main character, dear reader, and you have to tell me who you want to be in it. x3 That's why it's called Here for YOUR Entertainment. Shall we begin? And this is for the lovely ladies, so guys, please don't get offended if you're reading it XD Do I have any male readers? I honestly don't know XD
You honestly weren't expecting what would become of this evening. You were ready, but were they? You couldn't deny it. More than a few mechs here had caught your fancy, and you weren't exactly sure how to approach any of them.
But first things were first. A nice long shower in the wash racks, which wasn't segregated after the war, which was also nice. Which meant you might have the opportunity to bump into one of your favorite mechs, ah-ha!
You walk in with a towel from the shelf outside of the wash racks that Optimus Prime himself put up. He's so clever with these things, you notice. But you also notice that you're the only one in the wash racks and you vent a sad sigh. Pedesteps announce you might not be alone long, so you hop under the nearest shower head and turn it on.
Steam rises and coils around the ceiling, the sound of water striking the tiles coaxing the need to bathe out of several others, mechs and femmes alike. Just to play a little mind game, you identifty them as they come in, gifting them with one of your award-winning smiles.
Megatron, Starscream, Nightshade and her sister (you wonder whatever happened to their brother), Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Knock Out (Primus, does he even need to shower!?)...
A tap on your shoulder makes you whirl around and its Bumblebee, asking for the bar of soap. You grab it, squeeze a little too hard out of nervousness (was this one of the 'bots you wanted?), and the soap decides it wants to be an air born Seeker.
Nightshade hears it hit the floor and she watches you two, grinning from audio to audio. You assume you're blushing and you mumble an apology to Bumblebee, who shrugs it off, but he doesn't bend down to get it. He kind of...kicks it across the floor and you look at the others. Had you offended him somehow?
Starscream makes a rude comment about bending over to get the soap, but while it makes you blush deep red, Nightshade and Bulkhead laugh.
Optimus' presence in the doorway makes the laughter cut off and it makes your blush worse. He greets you, compliments you on your transition to this new base, and he touches the insignia on your shoulder. He suggests having it removed, and you look around, and everyone else had theirs removed! Why were you the last one?
Knock Out whistles at Optimus and the laughter kicks up again. Someone is doubled over and another mech decides to keep the inappropriate mood going by making a comment about that. You quickly turn your helm in embarrassment (had you started all of this? What is poor Bumblebee thinking?) when Optimus touches your helm. You look up.
"Do not let them get to you. They are wearing off tension. It has been a long time since Autobots and Decepticons had showered together without one trying to offline the other."
Knock Out cheered to that and proceeded to nuzzle up to Bumblebee for show. The scout pushed him back, but he was smiling. Your spark feels like it might implode. Does Bumblebee already have his optics on someone else? You thank Optimus, then bolt from the wash racks before you start to cry. Half-way down the hall, you smack into someone. You don't care to know who, but the one you plowed into wants to know who you are.
"Hey, are you well?"
Sounds like Optimus, but she had left Optimus in the dust. So you chance a glance and you smile. It's only Nemesis, who is a dork at times, but still a great mech to talk to, especially when you're feeling lonely.
"I know it's rough, but you'll figure it out." He kisses between your optics. You've been friends since Day One, of course, so it's not meant as an I love you, more of a I like you enough to kiss your faceplates.
He asks if you'll be okay and you nod, but then he wraps the towel you had clutched in your servos around your shoulders and he smiles before going off to torture his brother.
You're left in the hall with every option in the world. Where do you step?
Boom! X3 I'm kinda likin' this. This is a chance to write while the mouse on the other computer gets either fixed or replaced so I can continue Autobots Assemble, and while I figure out the last chapter(s) of Broken. Hope you enjoyed it!