An hour later, back at the base…

Hound was enjoying the night sky as he stood just outside the base's entrance. It was peaceful, serene, breathtaking, calming. He was hoping his patrol of the surrounding area would be as equally quiet. One reason why he chose to work the night shift a couple of times a week – to avoid the chaos several Autobots (namely Sunny, Sides, and Bumblebee) could cause during the day without the Decepticon's being around!

Then suddenly a rocket engine backfired loudly. Hound instinctively ducked and drew out his weapon. Mush of the wildlife went running for their lives! He managed to look up just in time to see what his target was.

"Look out below!" came a shout when the thrusters cut out.

The green scout dove out of the way just in time as two rather large mechs literally crashed and rolled in the dirt. When they came to a stop they were both laughing hysterically. As the dust finally settled, Hound almost couldn't believe his optics! He'd expect something like that from Jetfire. But never in a millennium would he expect to see Optimus over energized, lying in the dirt, laughing his aft off!

"Optimus, Sir are you alright?" Hound asked, quickly moving to help his Prime to his feet.

"Oh, Hi Hound," Optimus giggled, swaying on his feet. "I'm fine. Thankss for asking."

"Don't forget about mee!" Jetfire cried out laughing, still lying on the ground.

"How can I?" Optimus snorted, reaching to help Jetfire up.

It was a bit of a struggle but with Hound's help, Optimus managed to get his friend up on his feet.

"Come have a drink with uss, Hound!" Jetfire smiled.

"I can't. Patrol," Hound said, backing away a few feet. Whew! They reeked of high grade!

"Well that blows!" Optimus remarked. "Who made the schedule this time?"

"That little shiny white prick you call your second in command," Jetfire answered.

"It's ok, Sirs. Prowl's just doing his job and I like this shift," Hound grinned. "Much more…peaceful."

"Still I need to have a word with my SIC or have Wheeljack bolt down Prowl's desk to the floor so it doesn't bang against the wall our offices share!"

"Whoa! TMI boss!" Hound exclaimed hands up, staggering back a few feet.

"Really, they were…you know, doing it on the desk?" Jetfire asked Optimus. "Did you get pictures?"

"No I didn't get pictures!" Optimus replied smacking Jetfire on the head. "I'm not a voyeur. Ask Sunstreaker! That mech has dirt on every bot on the base."

"Not me," Jetfire smiled proudly.

"That's because you're an exhibitionist."

"I just want to make sure the young bots know how to do it properly."

"Oh Primus, I need a drink! I think I'm sobering up!"

"Slag! We can't have that," Jetfire smiled, wrapping his arm around Optimus' shoulders. "Later Hound. We'll have a few for you."

"Yeah, later Hound."

Hound stood there, arms folded across his chest trying to reign in a laugh. The two drunken mechs were going the wrong way and the scout was wondering how long it'd take them to give it out.

But Hound wasn't like Sunstreaker or Sideswipe. Those deviants would probably follow the lost fools, taking pictures or something. But not Hound. It was funny for a moment to him.

Hound let loose a loud whistle, getting Optimus and Jetfire's attentiong.

"The other way, guys!"

"Oh…thanks!" they giggled.

"Just be careful!" Hound shouted as the duo staggered, barely making it through the door into the base. "Prowl, this is Hound."

"Go ahead, Hound. What's up?"

"FYI – Optimus and Jetfire are beyond over energized and heading your way or to the nearest high grade supply."

"Are they really that bad?"

"I'm surprised they're still standing!"

"Thanks for the heads up. Prowl out."

oh no! lmao