Feminine Fury, Chapter 2
Autobot City, Earth - The Common Bar
Arcee's lips were thin, pressed together by the rigidness of her anger, tempered with curiosity. She was angry, yes, but only moderately so. She was annoyed with Springer for not trusting her with the information that him and 'the boys' would be holding a large group meeting, which the femmes were excluded from.
"Buggar this, they're won't answer. Break it in!" hissed Phoenix, standing at Arcee's shoulder. Behind the dark red femme were the other waiting femmes from the City. Female voices rose in agreement.
"Don't start this off with so much anger, Nix. The guys know we're unhappy, that's enough," Chromia spoke. She wasn't worried. She didn't have a mech of her own in there to harass. Although she had been accepting overtures from the Protectobot, Hot Spot, which was an interesting development for her. He was unsure of himself but determined. And cute.
Arcee raised her hand to knock again.
The door was pulled open before she made contact. Optimus Prime stood in the entrance, one hand holding onto the doorframe, his body backlit by the inside lights. All the femme's optics went wide.
"Can I help you ladies?" Optimus asked pleasantly. The grouped femmes could see some of their mech's seated at tables inside, seemingly drinking quietly, no fuss. Except for Blaster's cassette, Rewind; he was sitting safely under a table, hugging his knees to his chest with his optics turned off and talking to himself.
The femmes started to speak all at once-
"Where's Magnus?!"
"Outta my way, Silverbolt's ass needs re-arranging!"
"What are you doing in there?"
"Whats the big secret?"
"Are you guys anti-femmes or what."
"Can I get a drink?"
"I'm taking this to the Discrimination Council!"
"Have you got STRIPPERS in there..?!!"
"SHUDDUP!" Arcee yelled over her shoulder. The femmes went quiet. Except for some nasty mumblings.
"Wheelie say, no way going out there today until girls go away!" Wheelie's worried voice carried from behind Optimus. He knew he wasn't popular with the femmes, and angry femmes were even worse.
Optimus' optics blinked at Wheelie's statement. Some of the mech's laughed. One called for Wheelie to be tossed out and made as an 'offering of peace'. Wheelie squealed in fear.
Rodimus Prime stuck his head around the door. "Heya chicks!", he waved. A femme giggled. Others waved back shyly at the Autobot Co-Commander. One stuck a finger up. Rodimus blew a kiss.
Arcee gave Rodimus a glare then ignored him and switched on her flirty & cute femme mode, as opposed to her serious warrior mode of 'I'll-rip-off- your-private-bits-and-hang-them-from-my-rear-vision-mirror'.
"Optimus," she purred, stepping forward, kinking a hip out and running a fingertip down his chestplate. Optimus' optics flared and he looked down at Arcee's finger now doing circles on his chest. His body snapped to attention. Femme alert!
"You can tell us what's going on, can't you?" Arcee said, tilting her head to the side and gazing up at him with shaded optics. Her finger did a figure-of-eight.
Rodimus looked on enviously. She'd never done that to HIM, damn it.
"Uh, well.. Um." Optimus stumbled for words, his gaze stuck on Arcee's naughty finger. It was getting lower.
Andromeda moved to the front of the femme crowd and slapped Arcee's hand away, "Hands off my boytoy, Arcee."
"Okay," Arcee shrugged, dropped the come-on and moved aside.
Andromeda gripped the bottom of Optimus' facemask and pulled his head down to her own height. "Now look sweetie, lets get this over with." Her tone was all business. She wasn't angry. Just amused. And if anyone was going to have fingers on her boyfriend's bod, it'd be her. She was a bodyguard, after all.
There was silence. Andromeda hung on to Optimus' facemask. Waiting.
Optimus Prime thought faster than his CPU's rated processing speed. "We're having a medical talk on mech problems. First Aid is lecturing us." He couldn't believe he just said that.
"I can't believe he just said that!" Kup spluttered in a whisper, on the otherside of the bar wall.
"Neither can I," First Aid muttered back, "And I'm the doctor. I ain't giving no talk."
Andromeda let Prime's mask go. He straightened up. "See? All that fuss for nothing," Optimus said, trying to repair the damage. "Some of the mech's needed some privacy with their, uh, delicate issues. That's why we're all here. And no femmes."
"Crap," Phoenix snapped, "Why are you talking about such stuff in a bar?" Her wings fluttered angrily on her back.
Andromeda sighed and flipped a hand at him in dismissal, "Alright, you'll tell me eventually. I'm going back to our apartment to watch TV. Smallville is on in a minute," Andromeda turned around, moving through the femmes as they parted to let her leave.
The femmes were confused. A few were still angry. Some snickered. Most of all, they were lost with what to do next. Optimus saw his moment. "Bye now!" he said happily, and closed the double doors with a thump.
"NO WAY~!" All the femme's voices yelled as one. Opps.
Autobot City, Earth - The Common Bar
Arcee's lips were thin, pressed together by the rigidness of her anger, tempered with curiosity. She was angry, yes, but only moderately so. She was annoyed with Springer for not trusting her with the information that him and 'the boys' would be holding a large group meeting, which the femmes were excluded from.
"Buggar this, they're won't answer. Break it in!" hissed Phoenix, standing at Arcee's shoulder. Behind the dark red femme were the other waiting femmes from the City. Female voices rose in agreement.
"Don't start this off with so much anger, Nix. The guys know we're unhappy, that's enough," Chromia spoke. She wasn't worried. She didn't have a mech of her own in there to harass. Although she had been accepting overtures from the Protectobot, Hot Spot, which was an interesting development for her. He was unsure of himself but determined. And cute.
Arcee raised her hand to knock again.
The door was pulled open before she made contact. Optimus Prime stood in the entrance, one hand holding onto the doorframe, his body backlit by the inside lights. All the femme's optics went wide.
"Can I help you ladies?" Optimus asked pleasantly. The grouped femmes could see some of their mech's seated at tables inside, seemingly drinking quietly, no fuss. Except for Blaster's cassette, Rewind; he was sitting safely under a table, hugging his knees to his chest with his optics turned off and talking to himself.
The femmes started to speak all at once-
"Where's Magnus?!"
"Outta my way, Silverbolt's ass needs re-arranging!"
"What are you doing in there?"
"Whats the big secret?"
"Are you guys anti-femmes or what."
"Can I get a drink?"
"I'm taking this to the Discrimination Council!"
"Have you got STRIPPERS in there..?!!"
"SHUDDUP!" Arcee yelled over her shoulder. The femmes went quiet. Except for some nasty mumblings.
"Wheelie say, no way going out there today until girls go away!" Wheelie's worried voice carried from behind Optimus. He knew he wasn't popular with the femmes, and angry femmes were even worse.
Optimus' optics blinked at Wheelie's statement. Some of the mech's laughed. One called for Wheelie to be tossed out and made as an 'offering of peace'. Wheelie squealed in fear.
Rodimus Prime stuck his head around the door. "Heya chicks!", he waved. A femme giggled. Others waved back shyly at the Autobot Co-Commander. One stuck a finger up. Rodimus blew a kiss.
Arcee gave Rodimus a glare then ignored him and switched on her flirty & cute femme mode, as opposed to her serious warrior mode of 'I'll-rip-off- your-private-bits-and-hang-them-from-my-rear-vision-mirror'.
"Optimus," she purred, stepping forward, kinking a hip out and running a fingertip down his chestplate. Optimus' optics flared and he looked down at Arcee's finger now doing circles on his chest. His body snapped to attention. Femme alert!
"You can tell us what's going on, can't you?" Arcee said, tilting her head to the side and gazing up at him with shaded optics. Her finger did a figure-of-eight.
Rodimus looked on enviously. She'd never done that to HIM, damn it.
"Uh, well.. Um." Optimus stumbled for words, his gaze stuck on Arcee's naughty finger. It was getting lower.
Andromeda moved to the front of the femme crowd and slapped Arcee's hand away, "Hands off my boytoy, Arcee."
"Okay," Arcee shrugged, dropped the come-on and moved aside.
Andromeda gripped the bottom of Optimus' facemask and pulled his head down to her own height. "Now look sweetie, lets get this over with." Her tone was all business. She wasn't angry. Just amused. And if anyone was going to have fingers on her boyfriend's bod, it'd be her. She was a bodyguard, after all.
There was silence. Andromeda hung on to Optimus' facemask. Waiting.
Optimus Prime thought faster than his CPU's rated processing speed. "We're having a medical talk on mech problems. First Aid is lecturing us." He couldn't believe he just said that.
"I can't believe he just said that!" Kup spluttered in a whisper, on the otherside of the bar wall.
"Neither can I," First Aid muttered back, "And I'm the doctor. I ain't giving no talk."
Andromeda let Prime's mask go. He straightened up. "See? All that fuss for nothing," Optimus said, trying to repair the damage. "Some of the mech's needed some privacy with their, uh, delicate issues. That's why we're all here. And no femmes."
"Crap," Phoenix snapped, "Why are you talking about such stuff in a bar?" Her wings fluttered angrily on her back.
Andromeda sighed and flipped a hand at him in dismissal, "Alright, you'll tell me eventually. I'm going back to our apartment to watch TV. Smallville is on in a minute," Andromeda turned around, moving through the femmes as they parted to let her leave.
The femmes were confused. A few were still angry. Some snickered. Most of all, they were lost with what to do next. Optimus saw his moment. "Bye now!" he said happily, and closed the double doors with a thump.
"NO WAY~!" All the femme's voices yelled as one. Opps.