Prowl wiped the liquid off of his face, his engine whirring with anger as he turned the other way again from the laughing bots.
Bumblebee stopped his giggling, "W-waaaiit PROWL! Don't go away again!" he said, chasing after him.
"I shouldn't have even came back to look for you guys! I - Bumblebee..." Prowl started, "Are you… what in the name of the allspark! Are you over energized!?"
Bumblebee stumbled in his tracks, "Uuh… well… I dunno... Jazz got me some high grade and its pretty good *hiccup*" he giggled.
Prowls visor darkened, "When I get my servos on him…"
"Awwww, c'mon Prowl." Bee slurred, "'There's no need for that. It's all in good fun." He grinned, "You should get yourself some high grade."
"I should do no such thing." Prowl snarled, "Now where's Jazz? I need to give him a piece of my processor."
Bumblebee lazily shuttered his optics, "Uh, he was over there-" the minibot flapped a servo in the direction of the bar, "-with the twins last I saw him. But that's really not, um, necessary."
"Yes it is," Prowl ground out, "You're too young to be drinking high grade, and he ought to know better than to give it to you."
"But Prooowl." Bumblebee stepped forward but slipped and face planted the floor.
"Ow." he said, his voice all muffled.
Prowl sighed, "This is going to be a long solar cycle." He glared down at the minibot, "Get up." He huffed, offering his servo.
"Uhg. Thanks." Bee grunted as he pulled himself up, flopping into the cyberninja's side.
"Let's go find someone else for you to bug," Prowl growled, "Someone who won't give you high grade. I don't suppose you know where in this insanity Optimus got to?"
"Boss Bot?" Bee slurred, "I think I saw him talking to Sentinel over by the bar. Sentinel looked pretty over charged." Bumblebee giggled, "I think he was flirting with Optimus."
"…Now there is a mental picture I did not need." Prowl vented through his olfactory sensors and began bodily dragging the young 'bot towards the bar, "Let's go."
Bumblebee mused, "Alright, tall dark and handsome!" he said covering his face trying not to laugh.
Prowl stopped and let go of Bumblebee, his face plates heating, "What!? ...That's it you can walk yourself." he said.
Bumblebee laughed trying to stand up again but he was laughing too hard, "OH, I'm sorry pfft- ahahaa did I offend you? I thought that was a compliment. Actually, Jazz is right, you are uptight! " he said with a cheeky grin.
Prowl stopped again, twitching, "I am not uptight!" Prowl wanted to say more because he was getting very irritated but he didn't want to start anything. Bumblebee pointed to his face, "Aw you're cute when you're all flustered!" Bee joked.
~ at the bar
Sentinel slouched over the counter, eyeing Optimus who looked very uncomfortable, "Say Optimus, did you get a new paint job? You look very flashy today." he said with a cheesy grin.
Optimus looked away frowning, he paused for a bit. He couldn't believe he was even trying to talk to the drunken old glitch head.
"No, Sentinel, I did not. You're over charged."
"'M not. Don't know wha- what ya're taking about." The large 'bot emphasized his not drunkenness by waving a grey servo and nearly smacking Optimus upside the head with it.
"I can tell." Optimus said dryly, shoving the other prime's servo away from him.
Sentinel blinked, "Okay then if you- " Sentinel was caught off as he passed out, face down on the bar table. Optimus tried not to laugh, putting his hand to his mouth.
"I wonder where the young bots went off too." he said, looking around. He got up, leaving his untouched drink and a passed out Sentinel.
"I think I see Optimus over by the bar." Prowl informed the minibot hanging off of him, trying to resist the urge to clap his servos over his audios, because whatever Jazz was playing was not music, and if he thought it was he needed to go find a dictionary to correct his definition of music.
"…Sentinel just passed out."
"Ah told ya 'e was over tere." Bee slurred, "Why didn't ya believe me?"
"You are over charged." The cyberninja shot back dryly, "I am thus forced to take everything you say with a grain of salt."
Bumblebee pouted, but didn't say anything, allowing himself to be half dragged over to the prime, who had just gotten up from his seat.
Optimus spotted Prowl and Bumblebee approaching him , "Hello , you two-" he frowned when he saw the hammered look on Bumblebee face as Prowl was still dragging him by the servo, a very unamused look on his face.
Optimus blinked, "Oh… please don't tell me- "
"Yep." Prowl cut him off, "And you can thank Jazz for that." Prowl grumbled.
Optimus shook his helm, "I'll be sure to talk to him about that after this... party…" he sighed.
Bumblebee groaned, slipping out of Prowls grasp onto the floor again, "Oooh... I feel so woozy." he said, "I think I'm overheating… ehe hee." he giggled.
Optimus and Prowl looked at each other, puzzled. Optimus raised his optic ridge, "Yeah... you look like Sari when she had that… fever was it…? Are you alright?" he asked, and Bumblebee nodded.
Prowl frowned, "Bumblebee... what exactly did Jazz give you...?" he asked, suddenly concerned.
Bumblebee flopped onto the floor, rubbing his helm, "Uh...high grade?", he replied, his cheeks were starting to go red.
Optimus crossed his arms and Prowl sighed, no slag, he thought.
"Do you know the… exact name...?" he asked.
Bumblebee shrugged, offlining his optics.
Prowl and Optimus looked at each other with shocked faces.
"Perhaps I will be having a chat with Jazz much sooner…" Optimus said with a serious voice.
meanwhile, on the dance floor~
Jazz chuckled, trying not to spill his glass, as a cute drunk femme was grinding him from behind.
"Jazz!"
The white mech started as his designation was screeched over the sound of the music. He turned away from his femme companion to see an extremely pissed looking Prowl stomping towards him dragging a near comatose Bumblebee and an annoyed looking Optimus Prime.
Frag.
Jazz winced at the tone of Prowl's voice. He sluggishly walked up to the two annoyed bots.
"What can a do for you, mates?" he asked, trying to play it cool.
Prowl rolled his optics and crossed his arms.
Optimus reached his hand out, "Jazz, do you have any idea what you gave to Bumblebee? You do know he is under-aged and I will be sure to be talking to Senti- Ultra Magnus about this!" Optimus said calmly, but he had a sting in his voice.
"Awww, c'mon, OP." Jazz grinned lazily, "This is a party." He cocked his head, "A little high grade isn't going to hurt him."
"Oh, yes." Prowl injected dryly, holding Bee up by his forearm for Jazz to see, "He looks just fine to me."
The minibot muttered something and slumped further against Prowl, who glared at Jazz.
The black and white mech chuckled weakly, rubbing the back of his helm, "Awww, Prowler."
"Don't call me that." The cyberninja growled, "Bumblebee isn't old enough to be consuming high grade, and it baffles me that someone could be so irresponsible as to give him some anyways."
Jazz's visor shuttered, "He's fiiine, look at 'im!" he reassured. Bumblebee groaned and slid onto the floor again.
Prowl frowned, "Jazz, you didn't answer the question... what did you give to Bumblebee? Do you remember the exact name? He is acting strange..." he said with concern.
Jazz mused, "He's just a little intoxicated... hmm but a can't remember the name of it... hehe, I just grabbed it by the sampler over there." Jazz pointed toward the end of the bar.
Optimus sighed, glared at Jazz.
"What was the color of the drink?" Prowl asked nervously.
Jazz scratched his chin, thinking, "Ah... orange?" The other bots gasped, "Yeah! That's right it was called… spinning galaxy!" Jazz exclaimed.
Optimus shuttered his optics, "Jazz! Have you blown a diode?! High grade is dark purple! You gave Bumblebee a-" Optimus smacked his head into his hand and Prowl shook his head.
"Oooh… whoops… well, he's gonna have a fun night! Eh?" Jazz chuckled.
"A fun night!?" Prowl cried, "Jazz!
"Oh, come on, Prowler," Jazz grinned sloppily, "So he'll want to 'face anything that moves. What's the big deal?"
"Wha- you- What's the big deal?!" Prowl burst out, "Jazz, you- argh!"
The ninjabot whirled around as words to properly describe how completely impossible Jazz was being failed him. He grabbed Bumblebee's servo and started dragging him though the dancing 'bots. With any luck he could find an unoccupied room where he could make sure Bee went into recharge and slept off whatever aphrodisiac Jazz had inadvertently given him.
Optimus pinched the bridge of his olfactory sensors as he watched Prowl stomp off, fuming, with Bee in tow.
"Jazz…"
"'M sorry?" the black and white mech sighed, "I thought it was just normal high grade, I didn't mean to get him so… charged."
"You shouldn't have even been giving him high grade, Jazz. You know he's too young for that."
"Yeah, yeah."
The thrumming music could be heard everywhere on the ship, Prowl discovered to his great displeasure. They were at the complete opposite side of the ship, and it was still ringing in his adios. Given up on alleviating his processor ache, the black and gold mech set to finding a suitable room.
Which was proving far more difficult than he had anticipated.
If he never walked in on 'bots interfacing again it would be too soon. Honestly, did they not know how to lock the doors?
Bumblebee himself was being rather-problematic.
"You're shiiiiiiiiiny." The minibot slurred, optics sweeping over Prowl's lithe form.
"That's wonderful, Bumblebee." The ninjabot ground out, "If you would be quiet, it-"
The yellow mech licked a long strip up Prowl's chassis. The cyberninja jerked and dropped Bee.
"What was that!?" He screeched.
"You don't taste shiny." Bee pouted from his new position on the floor.
"I-you-why would I-what?!" Prowl sputtered, "What does shiny even taste like?!"
"I don't know." Bee frowned, "Not you."
Prowl smacked his face into his servo with frustration. Mostly trying to cover his flustered face.
"What am I going to do with you-?" Prowl started but was caught off as Bumblebee started licking him again up his front. Prowl winced and jumped back, "Bumblebee… s-stop …"
Bumblebee dropped to the floor in crouching position, he looked like he was ready to pounce.
"Bumblebee calm down… you're getting out of hand." Prowl backed away slowly but before he could move Bee sprang forward, knocking him over and landing on top of him. Prowl let out a surprised sound as his back plate hit the hard floor.
"You should try it sometime." Bumblebee purred seductively. Prowl gasped as the memory flashed through his processor but then he frowned, trying to push Bumblebee off.
"Bumblebee! Get off of me!" he growled. Bumblebee shuttered his optics gazing into Prowls visor lazily.
"Bumblebee-" Bumblebee silenced Prowl by licking his lips seductively. Prowls visor widened and his faceplates burned.
Suddenly Jazz appeared in the door, leaning lazily against the door frame. Jazz smirked, he didn't seem surprised at all.
"That's riiight, get 'im Bumblebee!" Jazz encouraged him. Prowl turned his head to Jazz
"Primus, Jazz help...!"
Jazz chuckled, "I'll leave ya two alone." Jazz saluted, walking away.
"Jazz! It's not what it looks like!"