Ch.2:Frenzied Night (Transformers in Real Life)
(Author's Note:I forgot to say in the last chapter that I do not own Transformers. Also, if this chapter offends you I apologize. Please note that there is a big difference between drug addiction and casual drug use.)
It doesn't seem like Rumble and I are asleep for long when we hear Frenzy's bedroom door open and close, his light come on. I roll over and snuggle into Rumble. I like the cold, but Decepticon headquarters is always freezing. A chill comes over me and I shiver violently, my teeth chattering together.
Rumble wakes up and pulls me close. We cuddle, trying to go back to sleep. I can see Frenzy's light come on. It sends a faint ray into the hallway. A second later, I hear Frenzy lean against the door that is between his and Rumble's rooms. That door and the wall around it are not as thick as the rest of the wall, and it allows me to hear the same thing Rumble now hears-the flicking of a lighter. Moments later we both hear a crackling sound. I hear Rumble sigh under his breath.
I look up at him. I know he hates it when Frenzy smokes crack. He doesn't do it often, but it still bothers his twin. Honestly, it bothers me too but I also know Frenzy is an adult and we can't stop him. This doesn't mean Rumble or I agree or approve. Yes, Rumble and I do party on occasion. We smoke a joint or do a line of cocaine here and there, but crack is different. It is harder. It seems that Frenzy is taking Megatron's declaration of; "To live in peace with the humans we have to experience what they do" a bit too far.
Rumble looks down into my eyes. I can see the worry in his face. I lean up and kiss his mouth. His cheeks. His forehead. His optics. I feel him instantly relax. "Daisy, my love", he whispers against my mouth as we kiss again.
We are about to deepen the kiss when we hear Frenzy tap gently on the door. A few seconds later, he opens it a bit. Rumble and I can see by his completely dialated optics and his rapid chatter that Frenzy is as high as a kite. "Do you guys want to hang out?" His voice sounds desperate, as if he can't enjoy the high without company.
Rumble and I look at each other. I know that Rumble will let me decide. He knows that I will decide to hang out. Not because I want to get high, but because I know that as twins Rumble and Frenzy share a special bond and I would never do anything to break that bond. "Sure", I say, getting off the bed.
I catch Frenzy watching me as I pull my bra up over my breasts and button up my blouse. His optics practically explode out of his head as he watches me lift my skirt slightly as I pull my panties back on. I catch Rumble's eye and he grins. He likes it when other bots find his human girlfriend sexy, especially his twin.
I grab Rumble's hand and we walk into Frenzy's room. The acrid smell of crack smoke fills the air. I cough involuntarily. Rumble glances at Frenzy, who opens a window. Frenzy sits down on his bed. Rumble and I sit down on the couch. I start off sitting beside him, then he pulls me into his lap. I snuggle into him, drowzy with warmth and contentment.
Frenzy grins at us. Reaching into his bedside table, he pulls out a small metal box. Opening it, he reaches in and pulls out two small bags. He tosses them on to the bed. One bag contains weed. The other contains a small amount of powder cocaine. I look up at Rumble. Frenzy looks at his brother and says; "It's my treat. I know you guys won't smoke with me, but can we party together?"
I feel touched that he did that for us. Rumble reaches over and picks up the two bags. I go to move off his lap but he pulls me closer, signaling that I am fine where I'm at. I catch Frenzy's eye and mouth a silent "thank you" at him. He smiles back and mouths; "no problem".
Rumble beckons Frenzy to hand him the metal box. Frenzy hands it to him. Rumble sits the box on my hip. I smirk at him. "I am glad my hip makes a good table". Rumble kisses my forhead and says; "Your hips are good for many things, all of them dirty." His twin laughs out loud at this statement.
Rumble opens the box and takes out a mirror and a straw. He cuts the straw in half and then cuts diamonds in the end of each straw. He nudges me to sit up. I watch as he places the mirror on the coffee table and sprinkles some of the cocaine on to it. Reaching into the box which now sits on the couch between us, he takes out a razor and chops the powder into two lines.
Frenzy watches as Rumble hands me a straw. Both of them have put their visors on so I can't see their optics, but I know they want me to go first. I take the straw, put it in my nose, and snort my line. Frenzy looks happy when I look at Rumble and say; "Damn baby. This is good shit. You need to do your line".
This is all the prompting he needs. I watch as Rumble puts the straw in his nose, leans forward, and snorts his line. He nods his head at his twin, a smile coming across his face. Frenzy relaxes. He knows he has done well.
For the next couple of hours the three of us sit and talk. Rumble and I each do one more line and then give the bag back to Frenzy to save. Rumble then rolls a joint. I hit it a couple of times then let Rumble and Frenzy finish it. The weed calms Frenzy down enough that he can tell us about his evening.
"Daisy, you were right about it being a good idea for both us and the Autobots to set up headquarters in New Orleans after we signed the peace treaty. Everyone here is so friendly and open-minded. We went to the French Quarter tonight and some girl flashed me! Prime told me if they do that you are supposed to give them beads, so I did!"
Rumble and I can't help but to laugh at Frenzy's enthusiasm. He is right. New Orleans is a wonderful place. The city of second chances, as they say, and second chances are definitely something both the Decepticons and Autobots need. After the peace treaty was signed in California, many of the Autobots' human allies turned against them, including the Witwicky's. I will never forget Daniel telling Prime he never wanted to see him again. Spike and Carly then blocked all of the Autobots on social media.
In the end only Shyla and I were friendly toward the Autobots, and it was Shyla who suggested everyone move to New Orleans. After all, she grew up here. When she discovered she was expecting, that clinched it. Yes, there are some close-minded people humans here when it comes to bot-human couples, but so far everyone has been supportive of the peace treaty.
Rumble grabs my hand and pulls me out of my thoughts. "Daisy, baby, you are about to fall asleep sitting up. Let's go to bed."
I don't argue. I take hold of his hand and stand up. We both thank Frenzy. We slip back through the door. We climb back into bed. Rumble wraps a blanket around me and spoons me. Moments later we are both asleep.
