The Diego Diaries Part Seven

by arctapus

This is a continuation of the universe started in Diego Diaries and continued through parts two to six. The premise is a joke that led to world building. This is about family, friendship, overcoming adversity and finding the best parts of yourself. This is an adventure, a trek through the world of Transformers and its a comedy/drama. Everyone is here and if you are, too, then YAY!

344. Chapter 344

The Diego Diaries: Clubbin' (dd7 344)

=0=There

Smokey didn't look back for a moment as he composed himself, then he did. Staring at a clearly miffed Hot Rod, he turned back to the group. "I don't see anyone."

The group snickered with amusement and the hope of fisticuffs, the sort of surprised delight when someone tells you they're going to plank on top of the Empire State Building. Admiration for the 'unholy gall of it' surprise.

Smokey sat back with as much suavity and relaxation as he could muster, then sipped his beer.

Roddy frowned at him, then made a point of walking around the table to sit across from Smokey in a chair pulled out just for him by a grinning Raptor. Roddy sat, the waiter took his order as he dropped off more beer for everyone, then he glanced at Smokey. Roddy sat back and crossed his arms over his chassis. Staring at Smokey with a look of forced amusement, it was at impasse.

"Don't tell Jazz and Blaster about these two," Hercy mused. "They might be a new soap opera on channel 17."

Huge laughter greeted that.

"Who would tune in to watch him?" Roddy said as he sipped his beer, his optics never leaving the winsome but clearly pissed youngster across from him.

Smokey frowned. "Plenty would. Not you, of course, Who'd watch someone like you, Shoddy?"

Snickers rounded the table as Prime leaned in toward his highly bemused father. "Atar, I think two infants need your wise counsel."

Tagg grinned at his sweetly buzzed son. "Where would be the fun in that, Orion?"

Laughter rang out, then Hot Rod posed a frown in spite of himself. "Don't worry about me, Optimus. Pokey, here, is a crybaby."

"Not Rod."

"Chokey."

"Fat Sod."

There was a brief moment of internet searching, then everyone glanced over the way at Niall Graham. The men waved, some of the bots waved back.

:What do you think made them look this way?: Bobby Epps asked.

:When we watch the film and can hear the audio, then we'll know: Will Lennox said. He smiled, then waved again. The humans with him laughed loudly.

"Dopey."

Smokey glanced at Roddy, then frowned deeper. "Shot Bod. Big Clod."

Sun burst into laughter. Glancing at Roddy, he grinned. "Your turn."

Roddy who was frowning at Smokey sat back. "I don't fight with children."

"You don't fight. You're a terrible wrestler," Smokey said.

Sunstreaker snickered, then glanced at Roddy. "Want me to hold your beer?"

Roddy frowned at him, then Smokey. "School Boy. Amma's boy."

Smokey leaned forward lit like a rocket. "Leave my Amma out of it. You should be half the mech and soldier that he is." Then he sat back with a smirk. "Then again, that's true. You're half a soldier on a good orn."

Flint and STU-RT who were sitting next to Roddy glanced at each other. "I promise you, Stu, I was never this young."

"I hear ya," STU said with a chuckle. "I think you're in some of my classes next semester, Smokey."

Smokey glanced sharply at STU-RT. Then he shot a dark expression to his grandparents.

Both of them grinned back at him.

Optimus who was leaning against his father's shoulder glanced at Hardie. "I think I lost track of whose turn it is to insult the other."

Hardie patted Prime's servo. "Don't worry, Optimus. I'm keeping track of that for you."

Prime who couldn't hold his beer but could drink high grade by the pond full and never feel it for some reason smiled at Hardie. "That is a nice thing for someone to do here. I lost track a moment ago."

"That's why you have us, Optimus, for all the important details," Jack said to general laughter.

Then everyone glanced at Smokey.

Jack grinned. "Its your turn, Smokey."

Smokey stared at them, then Hot Rod. He was lit and running out of puns. So he went for the jugular. "You're a lousy kisser."

You could have heard a pin drop.

=0=Up there

"I just got a message from Jack who's my inside mech," Ratchet said as the group worked their way through an amazing array of delivery food and drinks. Some of them were getting lit.

"Do tell," Prowl said as he worked out how to eat a sandwich stacked so high he could barely grip it. He looked 'sweaty browed' and determined, a hilarious combination in one so drunk this early on.

"Okay," Ratchet said with a huge smile. "Smokey the Younger and Hot Rod the Slightly Older are having a frag off in the lounge at Club Cybertron. Insults and name calling mostly. Smokey just said that Roddy is a terrible kisser. Out loud. He said it."

Everyone paused their food to glance at Ratchet. Prowl did so around a ginormous bite that miraculously made it into his mouth and not everywhere else.

"That's bold of him," Docker said with a chuckle. "Devcon has a very spirited little mech."

"Cute, too," Ratchet said as everyone nodded in agreement.

Smokescreen the Younger was one handsome (slightly) post sub adult young mech.

=0=Club Cybertron

It was silent at their tables as a tomb. Everyone stopped knocking them back and eating each other's bar food to watch the slag off down table. Smokey had let the dogs out and they were currently mauling Not Rod's shapely aft/fragile ego.

Roddy set his beer down carefully, then launched himself over the table at Smokey. Smokey caught him and they fell onto the ground. Everyone sitting around rose and pushed things out of the way as the two rolled around on the ground punching each other.

Blaster and Revet out on the town with friends saw the two. Blaster laughed, then began to announce the fight like a sporting event for everyone there using his best announcer's voice. "Round one and it looks like Hot Rod has the upper hand. They're both tight in the clinch with both struggling for advantage. Hot Rod, the slugger from Nyon has matched off with Smokescreen the Younger, a bruiser from Praxus.

"There's a nice one-two combination from Hot Rod followed by a bite on the arm by Smokey. What a nice change up by the Bruiser from Praxus. Hot Rod is now howling as he grabs his arm, a bad move that breaks his defensive push. Smokey is taking the ascendancy, pummeling Hot Rod with a furious combination of jabs and punches to the chassis and face. The crowd is going wild."

The crowd actually wasn't. They were watching with great interest, discussing the punching with a professional interest as the two slagged it out. Devcon and Smokescreen were watching, Smokey with amusement and Devcon with the intention of evaluating the youngster for weaknesses in technique to be addressed later in a dojo.

Laughter and some side taking was had as the two struggled to get off the floor. When one rose up, the other would pull them down again. Lissie and Steiner discussed their technique finding the same flaws and strengths as Dev did. The others watched with amusement and a drunk's delight. Standing nearby with their metal clubs, the waiters of the club and the three bouncers only held back out of deference for Optimus Prime and his dad.

Optimus and Tagg were watching with amusement, discussing the situation off line…

:I suppose I should do something, Atar: Optimus fretting just a smidge

:Now, now. I do believe its in hand and it appears to be a grudge that needs addressing: -Tagg patting his son's servo fondly

After a moment, both of them staggered up glaring at each other hotly. A voice could be heard making a throat clearing sound. The two froze, then glanced at the table. A row of Praxian Elites sitting side-by-side with amusement on their faces and the two kid's bearings in their pockets brought it all to a close.

Glaring at Roddy, Smokey picked up his chair, then sat.

Hot Rod did the walk of shame back to his seat on the other side of the table. He sat down again.

It was silent a moment, then a half blitzed Ironhide laughed. "GOOD THING PROWL ISN'T HERE! HE WOULD INVENT A PLACE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE GALAXY TO SEND YOU BOTH TO GUARD IT FOREVER!"

Huge laughter and agreement broke out amongst the punters as the wait staff put their iron truncheons away, then walked back to their jobs. The room picked up immediately.

Prime glanced at Hardie. "Have we worn out our welcome here?"

"Some of us," Hardie said as he stood. "How about we go see about the golf course? They want you to inaugurate it before it opens tomorrow."

"I think that would be fun. Golf might be a fun pass time," Prime said as he stood up to go. His father slipped his servo into Prime's arm and the two began to walk to the door.

The others arose, Dev, Smokey and Smokescreen while the twins glommed onto Hot Rod. It would be a rowdy, half blitzed group of mechs and a perky femme that would head out for the golf course several miles away.

=0=Humans

They followed the mechs out to the curb where they were waiting for a new innovation to arrive. There were multi-seat white buses now which worked the same way as cabs. They could be called to haul large loads for individuals or take large parties here and there. They would fill the bus with the punters and still have room for the humans. When the door closed, Hardie sat down in the empty driver's seat, gave the directions, then glanced down at the humans. "Hello. Enjoying the night?"

Will Lennox grinned. :You have no idea:

It would be a jolly ride out to Crater District Six where the highway led to the Autobot City Golf Course and Country Club located five miles from the city closest to it, City 5. When they arrived, the lights were on and the course itself spread out over several miles was waiting. The operators greeted everyone, then they walked into the Club House to get things to play.

After an explanation of the clubs, the game and a guide to lead them, it was decided that Prime, Hardie, Lissie, Sun and Jack would play while the others would be the Greek or Hallelujah Choruses depending on how the games went.

Tagg picked up Prime's clubs. "I will be your caddy, son."

Prime grinned at his father. "That is mighty nice of you, Atar," he said as they walked toward the first green for the game.

The others followed and when they had teed up and were directed to the direction the balls would fly, Lissie bent to the task. She managed to smack the ball and away it went. Everyone watched it fly upward, then land nearly on the 'green' of the first hole. It was silent a moment, then the operator, Delta-2 grinned at her. "You're a natural."

She grinned then turned to Prime. "You're next, Optimus."

After a moment of fumbling, Prime walked to the tee and stared down the fairway. "I am supposed to get the ball into the hole?"

"Not exactly. If you could, then bravo," Delta-2 said with a chuckle. "Get it as close as you can with the fewest strokes possible."

Everyone stepped back.

Prime stared at the ball, the club, the hole, the wind conditions, then took his stance. He glanced downward again, then swung the club. Even as the most novice of beginners, Prime was a graceful being. He hit the ball and it went flying. Up, up, up it went, then down. It landed on the green of the hole, then rolled to a stop. It didn't go in but it was close. He stared at the ball far away, then turned to Delta-2. "Do you mean like that?"

Delta laughed. "Uh, yeah. You and Lissie need to be a team in tournaments."

Glenn Morshower stared at the ball through the binoculars he held to his helmet. He lowered them, then glanced at the others. :Damn: he whispered. :I want to be on their team, too:

Hardie walked to his tee through the catcalls of his brothers and the encouragement of the masses. He teed up, did the math, then swung. Hard.

=0=TBC 8-3-2020

ALL NOTES TOMORROW! :D:D:D

There's a youtube video by Chris Freely that talks about TF romance. It is canon from way back in the beginning that kissing is part of Transformer life. Kissing, romance, bonds (conjux endura) and the like. :D:D:D

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