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"Well, Optimus is our leader, and I thought maybe he was starting to feel left out."
"So you waited until he was – uncharacteristically, I might add – recharging in the rec room after getting overcharged at the party last night."
"Yep."
"…come to think of it, that party was your idea."
"Hey mech, it was totally Jazz's party. I just took advantage of the situation."
"Yeah, but you were th' one who just so happened t' mention we hadn't had a party in awhile. And that we had a perfect excuse what with beatin' up 'Screamer and his pals at that power plant."
"Heh. Hey Jazz. You were still the one to set it up."
"And you smuggled in that high-grade, don't deny it."
"Then I won't! Besides, it's not my fault the 'cons decided to plan a morning assault on that research center. And how was I to know that Optimus would go tearing out after them without realizing he was wearing an extra accessory? We tried to tell him to wait, but he didn't want to."
"I don't suppose the idea of calling 'hey Prime, your skirt is showing' ever occurred to you."
"Nope. But hey, next time I'll be ready!"
Cliffjumper was grinning despite himself. "You realize you're gonna get triple-duty for this."
"So worth it." Sideswipe snickered. "Think we can get Megatron next time?"
"Mech, if you can do that, I'll see what magic I can work with the officers." Jazz offered. "Betcha Prime himself would be willing to call it even for that."
Sideswipe grinned at him and gave him a mocking salute. "You've got yourself a deal."
"He never said I had to do it myself," Sideswipe pointed out smugly.
"I'm always willing to assist with a worthy cause," Mirage said loftily. Cliffjumper just gaped at him.
"No, really. Who are you and what have you done with old Pipe-Up-His-Aft?"
"I'm sure I have no idea what you are talking about." Mirage replied. "Now, I believe there was the matter of payment, Sideswipe?"
"Here you go," Sideswipe tossed him a sealed cube. It sparkled brightly in the mid-afternoon sunlight. "Vintage Towers high-grade, as promised."
"My thanks," Mirage said with a charming smile. "Now if you gentlemechs will excuse me, I have a date."
As the blue spy drove off, Cliffjumper shook his helm. "I swear things just keep getting weirder and weirder around here."
"At least it's never boring!" Sideswipe said brightly. He fanned the image-captures in his hand and grinned conspiringly at the minibot. "Want to come with to show Prime our hard-won prize?"
Cliffjumper barked out a laugh. "Now that's something I want to see!"
A/N: Cara-shrane wanted Prime in a skirt -- and was, uh, quite insistent about the idea .; Prime getting Upgraded wouldn't fit in with my evil -- I mean awesome -- plot, so Sideswipe was happy to oblige.
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