Shockwave was awake and sitting in the living room, watching a movie.
"Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children. Do you understand? Morphine is bad for you. Your daughter is out there on the streets waiting for you." Came the calm, powerful voice from the television.
"I love this movie..." Shockwave smiled, cuddling a body pillow. "Welcome home. How'd it go?"
I fucked up, Megatron said, voice slurred as he tripped, falling onto the couch and Shockwave. OOF! Hi, Shocky, he mumbled, rolling onto the floor.
The violet-haired scientist rolled his eyes. "I thought strippers weren't that feisty." He gestured to Megatron's face. "Cat attack you or something?"
No, Screamer did... Megatron mumbled. He's sexy but bad tempered, he muttered, pouting when he touched his cheek.
"Screamer? What kind of name is that?" Shockwave tilted his head, retrieving his fallen pillow.
Stage name. Starscream's his name. He'd buck up to anyone that messes with him but DAMN it just makes him that much more... Gah!
"Well, he seems to make you even less articulate than usual, Meggie," He teased sarcastically. "Is he really that sexy?"
You'd understand if you saw him, he said with a shake of his head.
Shockwave looked at him evenly. "Got a picture of him?" The dancer's name sounded familiar but Shockwave couldn't place why.
Megatron nodded and pulled out the picture Soundwave had given him of Star. This is him.
He took the photo and looked it over, his eyes widening slightly. It couldn't be that soldier. Not in that get-up. But that name and those eyes... "What'd you say his name was?" He asked distractedly. His mind was kicking into overdrive, but the way he asked the question made it seem he found the dancer to be breath-takingly attractive. While Starscream was indeed very pretty, he was far from being Shockwave's type. Too scrawny. He liked muscle.
Starscream. He's Wave's star diva at the club. Told ya he's beautiful, he said.
"That's an understatement. Anyway... Since you had a bad first meeting, want to go drinking to get your mind off it? My treat." He smiled at his friend. "We haven't gone out to hang for a while. How about it?"
Megatron grinned. I'm buying! He laughed, hugging Shockwave as he stood.
Shockwave returned the hug so that he could hide his smirk. "Shall we get going?" He pulled away and moved towards the door, grabbing his jacket.
Megatron stumbled after him like a puppy, his jacket still on.
The violet-haired male led the way through the streets, passing by the pulsing music of the Nemesis. The beat and lyrics to 'ET' poured out into the street, prompting Shockwave to hum along.
Megatron looked at the club. Wonder if he made it back okay... He muttered, following his friend.
"What do you mean?" Shockwave asked, falling into step beside Megatron. "What exactly happened?"
"Whiskey and me interrupting him caused Star to shove me, so I shoved back, knocking him down. He has a bruise now because of it. He scratched my face as payback, then he left and I went to come home. Got ambushed and put down yet again by that mouthy little dancer. I still think he's a hottie, though, even though he gave me this parting gift before he left," he said pointing to the red mark on the left side of his face. "We parted ways after that."
Shockwave's mind stopped processing what Megatron was saying after he heard the name 'Star'. "Star? I thought his name was Starscream. Or is that your little pet name for him?" The taller man tugged Megatron into the bar and sat in a corner booth, ordering himself a glass of rum.
"His name is Starscream. Star's just shorter..." Megatron said with a sigh. He knew better than to tell Shockwave anything about Starscream being the AWOL Star Kingsley. He shook his head. "Stupid little prettyboy..."
"Uh huh... Well, enjoy your drink, my friend." Shockwave smiled, unseen malice brewing behind it. If only it /was/ Kingsley, then Shockwave's tedious work would actually be worth the pains. "Tell me about what happened."
Megatron downed the drink. "Soundwave decided to play matchmaker with me and his prima diva" he muttered and looked at the empty glass with a pitiful look.
Shockwave motioned for it to be refilled and it promptly was. "Look, Megs... Soundwave means well. You've been alone too long. And we don't need you becoming the new face pf the 'Forever Alone' meme. Because you and I both know I'd be the one to do it."
"Yeah but trying to hook me up with a guy that hates me fore MULTIPLE reasons? He's gone soft in the head." He downed half of that glass too.
Now he tilted his head. "Okay, what exactly does a stripper you have never even met before tonight have to hate you for?"
"Being military." Ok his head was starting to get a little fuzzy. What were they talking about again? Military?
"That's not a good reason. A lot of people hate the military. Any other reason, Megatron?" Shockwave's expression was curious and innocent, his little trick to get Megatron to talk.
"Uh... Oh yeah! His brothers!" Yep the drink had gotten to his head. "He hates me because of his brothers. Cause it's my fault."
"TC and Warp...It's all my fault..." Now he was getting depressed. He ALWAYS spilled his guts when depressed and drunk.
"TC and Warp? You mean Sky and TK Kingsley?" Oh please, please, /PLEASE/. Let Starscream actually be Kingsley.
"YEAH THEM! He's mad and hates me cause it's my fault! Cause I gave the order to bomb!" He finished the drink and sighed. "Stupid sexy aft...I know it's my fault..."
"So... He's Star Kingsley?" YES! After five years of searching, Shockwave found his target thanks to his bumbling fool of a roommate. Shockwave almost giggled manically. This was too perfect.
Megatron nodded pulling out the picture that Soundwave had given him before he was supposed to come to the Nemesis tonight. "See? He got girlier. Still sexy...Oops. Heyhey you no can tell no one Shocky. Understand? No one can know." Yeah he was already drunk, AGAIN.
"I'll say... I promise~" Fingers crossed, bitch. "Now, finish your last drink and we'll go home. I'm going to go pay the bill." He smiled sweetly and walked over to the bar and leaned over to smirk at Ramjet, an old friend of his from the military. "Yo, Ram."
Megatron downed his drink and tried to stand but the booth didn't want to let him go or so he claimed. And his head hit the table.
Ramjet glanced at Megatron before at Shockwave. "You seem in good spirits. Finally find the last piece?" He asked, simply sounding like he was talking about a puzzle.
Shockwave grinned. "Indeed I did. Turns out he's a stripper at my baby brother's club."
Ramjet's eyes widened. "Really now? I might need to go and check it out..."
The scientist grabbed Ramjet's arm. "I need a favor. I know you're retired and everything, but can you give Prime a call for me? And let him know? There's a new Rarity figure in it for you..."
And the bartender heeled. "You got it, Shock. I'll contact him after I close tonight."
Shockwave pulled away and paid, blowing a friendly kiss. "You're the best! 3" He walked over and hefted Megatron to his feet and left the bar. And soon, he'd be reunited with his lover! Could his life be any better? He sighed contentedly as he flopped Megatron on the couch once they were home.
The scientist practically floated up to his room. He was extremely happy.