Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warning: Drunken behaviour and drool (I doubt mechs can drool but I wanted drool and it appeared.)
Author's Note: I like this one. I had to completely rewrite it to get it that way, but all's well that ends well.
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Blurr woke up slowly. He knew as soon as his processor onlined that this was a mistake. His head hurt. He wanted to fall back into recharge but this was no longer possible. There was a heavy weight on his chest and something wet and sticky dribbling down inside his collar ridge. He wondered if he dared switch on his optics, he knew there was no way he would like what he saw. He was right. The room was spinning. Blurr wasn't prone to dizziness, the speeds he reached would have made that a serious drawback, but the world was certainly revolving now. When he felt he could control his nausea he looked down at his chest. He had been right, he hadn't wanted to know. Hotrod was sprawled over the upper half of his chassis with his legs hanging over the berth and he was drooling. Long, sticky trails coming out of his mouth onto Blurr's chest then trickling down inside his armour. That was too much for Blurr. He rolled off the berth, taking Hotrod with him and purged his tanks onto the floor. Hotrod had woken with the fall and was demanding to know what had happened but Blurr ignored him. His memory banks had decided to make themselves known and were helpfully supplying him with snippets of the previous night. Oh Primus, no. He hadn't been that overcharged surely. He remembered dancing on the table with Hoist of all mechs. He remembered Blaster cheering them on. He couldn't remember when he had started drinking or indeed, why. Unfortunately he could remember Hoist coming onto him after their dance and Blurr trying to explain that he didn't want to leave with him. It wasn't Hoist's fault, Blurr was quite certain by that point no one could have understood a word he was saying. So Hotrod decided to rescue him. He remembered it clearly and had the horrible feeling everyone else would too. Hotrod had charged him, screaming a war cry, slung him over his shoulder and fled from the room howling "DEATH BEFORE DISHONOUR." Blurr's last memory was of Hotrod stumbling down the hallway using Blurr as a shield as he bounced off the walls.