Summary: The Thunder God Tribe are being unprofessional….again.

Pairings: General Thunder God Tribe friendship feels and some implied Natsu/Lucy

YouTube Prompt: Fairy Tail tribute to 'Life is a Highway' by Rascal Flatts.

It was a delicate affair, a diplomatic mission on the behalf of the Magic Council where they wanted to show off the sort of mages they had and open up trade with a small eastern nation. The chosen Fairy Tail mages were expected to impress with their skills, be tactful and polite, and intimidating enough to suggest Fiore isn't a nation to mess with.

It was probably not the job for Fairy Tail, but unfortunately for the council they were the most notorious guild and were personally requested by the ambassador.

Given the choices of the chaotic, obnoxious, and unmannered children, it was not surprising that Master had chosen Laxus and his Thunder God Tribe.

"I would have chosen Lucy as she has the experience," Master explained, "but she comes with…..strings attached."

"Strings?" Laxus snorted.

"More like a heavy weight," Evergreen murmured, "attached to piping hot chains that refuse to let go."

(As if to prove Evergreen's point, Natsu was currently clinging to Lucy's leg and refusing to let her go on a mission on her own.)

"Whatever," Master said abruptly, "the point is Lucy can't do it so you lot are doing it instead. Don't fuck up."

And with that…..encouragement, they set out to the task at hand. The journey had been painfully long as always (Laxus couldn't wait for the day where they turn Doranbolt's transportation magic into a technology so he doesn't have to sit in hard chairs that shuddered every time the train or car or carriage hit something and….you know, deal with people) and they were rather tired and grumpy by the time they reached the embassy.

They were greeted by a young, dark-skinned, girl who bowed deeply in greeting. "Welcome Mages of Fairy Tail," she said solemnly, "we have been expecting you with great excitement."

They all returned the bow, awkwardly in Bickslow's case as his armour clinked and clanked loudly.

"I'm Laxus Dryer," Laxus introduced himself, "and this is my team Freed Justin, Bickslow, and Evergreen."

"An honour to meet you," the girl bowed again, "I am to be your host tonight, my name is Poonam Sing-"

"OH MY GOD!" Bickslow bellowed. "POO!" he cackled childishly. "Did you hear that?! Poonam! Poo! Her name is Poo!"

"Poo! Poo! Poo!"

"Please," Poonam cried out, "it's not that fun-"

"Poo! Poo! Poo!"

Whatever protest or argument the girl was going to make against the teasing was instantly drowned out as Bickslow and his 'babies' were now persistently singing the word poo over and over again, and it was accompanied with a dance.

"Poo! Poo! Poo!"

"If you do not stop this instant!" Poonam growled. "I will be forced to shut this door on you and you will lose this job."

"Poo! Poo! Poo!"

She turned to Laxus and the others beseechingly, obviously hoping that they would be so ashamed of their friend's actions that they would put a stop to it….unfortunately that was not the case. Perhaps in any other circumstances, Bickslow's friends would pretend they didn't know him, Freed might have flushed in embarrassment, and Evergreen might have smacked Bickslow over the head with her fan, and Laxus might have shouted at him to shut up…..but they were too busy laughing hysterically to be any help.

"Poo! Poo! Poo!"

With a snarl, Poonam slammed the door shut.

Unsurprisingly, they were sent home in disgrace and were welcomed with Master's fury…..but what did he expect? He sent Bickslow to do a diplomatic job.

It was always going to fail.