DISCLAIMERS: I don't own Transformers. They just came over from Hasbro to visit and be general pains-in-the-aft. Any and all the humans in the story are mine, as are Steelshot and Sola (when they appear). Rating is T for now, may go up at anytime.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: These stories are character sketches I'm writing to get a feel for some of the NPCs in a Mechamorphosis game I'm creating. I've always enjoyed the 28 meme that has been going around the internet. Thought I'd take a whirl but never could think of which character to do. Then I got the image of Prowl dancing stuck in my head. Wouldn't go away so here we are. :D
Special thanks go out to Okami-chan for beta reading these for me and applying the beta hammer to my typos and grammar errors. I'm old dragon but I like to think I'm improving.
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10 - Dancing Exiles
"No, no, no, not like that, Side. Like this." Jazz demonstrated the dance move again, lightly stepping and swaying to the music. "One-two-three, one-two-three. See, no problem."
Sideswipe got into position and tried again. "One-two-three, one-two-…four, oh fraggit!" He stumbled forward, flailing until he regained his balance.
Jazz shook his head, not even bothering to hide his grin. "How is it you can master the most complicated fight moves almost instantly but when it comes to dancing, you have two left feet?"
"Rub it in a little more, will ya?" Sideswipe flopped into a chair, too frustrated to continue.
Jazz snickered.
Prowl walked into the room, looking up from the datapad he was reading. "Jazz about your report on the last battle…" he trailed off as he looked up and took in the snickering communicator and the sulking warrior. "Sideswipe, is there something the matter?"
"I don't want to talk about it," Sideswipe sulked.
"Sides is just mad because he can't do that dance Dawn has been teaching everyone."
"Oh that." Prowl inclined his head curiously. "Sideswipe, surely someone with the grace you show on the battlefield would have no problem. It's a very simple dance."
"Hmph. If it's so easy, you do it."
Prowl nodded serenely. "If you insist." He handed Jazz the datapad and positioned himself. Jazz restarted the song.
One-two-three, One-two-three, One-two-three.
Prowl gracefully moved through the steps of the dance, light glinting off his white plating. He went through the routine three times before coming to a stop beside Jazz. With a nod to Sideswipe, he reclaimed his datapad.
Sideswipe glared at them. Finally, he jumped up and threw his hands in the air. "I hate you all," he said and stormed out of the room.