Name: Pick Up Lines For Any Transformer

Author: Jada Lupa Lunam

Characters: Prowl, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Jazz, Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Bumblebee, and Ironhide

Sitting: Before Earth or Allspark lunch, Movie verse of 2007.

Jada: Alright, this pairing and pick up line is for Dragolover1 and I thank all my reviewers. 'Kay now who to go? smirks) My favorite 'bot, Prowl.

Prowl: Why me?

Jada: you didn't help me with my school work, so you get to do this.

Prowl: Fine, but just so you know it's illogical for me to do this when you can do it fine yourself, and on an another note…

Jada: Shut up. I'll do it. (Prowl grins, happily out of the job) I own nothing, watch for language and implying. I think that is it, on we go.

Pick Up Line #4

"Come on, Optimus! You need to loosen up!" Ironhide told his friend as they entered the bar.

Optimus Prime sighed. "Fine. Lead me to my death sentence."

Ironhide chuckled. "Don't worry, your not alone. Prowl and that young scout, Bumblebee, got dragged along."

"That makes me feel so much better. Prowl having a hangover is going to be scarier then Megatron's gun in my face."

"I don't get drunk." Prowl said from behind Optimus, making the mech jump. Prowl carried a tray of drinks. "Come on, you two, come join us." With that Prowl walked over to a table that fitted six, Optimus Prime and Ironhide followed. Prowl sat the drinks down, taking a seat in-between Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. Jazz sat across from the black and white, next to Bumblebee and Ratchet. Ironhide took the sit on Ratchet's other side, and Optimus seat next to Sideswipe and Bumblebee.

"So, anyone up to a drinking game?" Sideswipe asked, grinning like a devil.

"But, this is my first time drinking." Bumblebee mumbled.

Sunstreaker smirked. "Don't worry, your one of Ratch's favorites, he'll help you with the after tonight joy. Now let's start. Does anyone not know ARC?"

Optimus raised an "eyebrow", but Bumblebee spoke before he asked. "I don't know it, how do you play?"

Ratchet spoke up. "Everyone downs a glass before we began, then the oldest, which is Ironhide, starts. He starts with the letter A, and needs to make a sentence beginning with it, but ending with the next letter, which for him is B. Then the 'bot to his right goes, starting where he left off, and ending with the next letter. If you mess up, you drink. Got it?"

Bumblebee nodded. Jazz grabbed on of the drinks. "Great, let's go!" With that everyone downed their high grade. Bumblebee cringed at the taste, but snapped at attention as Ironhide began the game.

"A apple a day keeps your health from being rob…" he grinned; no one said they couldn't use bad grammar. Sunstreaker went next.

"'Bots just want to be sarcastic." He smirked and chugged his second glass even if he made the sentence correct. "Your turn, Prowl."

Prowl consumed his drink, it wasn't going to do anything to him anyways. "Can you can cans as a canner can can cans? It's how many cans can a canner can if a canner can can cans. A canner can can as many cans as a canner can can if a canner can can cans…or did." Prowl smirked at the shocked faces. He turned to Sideswipe. "Go ahead, Siders."

"Huh…oh…yeah…sure." Sideswipe drunk half of his glass. "Did you know I'm awesome?" He gave a charming smile even if many at the table replied with flat 'no's". He downed the rest of his high grade and gestured to Prime to go.

Optimus thought, and went. "Every needs fluff?"

Sideswipe, Jazz, and Sunstreaker laughed, the twins wrapping their arms around an annoyed Prowl. "That's damn right!" both mechs said/

"Can we go on?" Prowl asked with a sigh. Bumblebee nodded and thought. "Flames are painted on Optimus Prime and Ratchet is full of Rage?"

"Got that right, your turn rage felled Ratchet." Ironhide said, dodging a hit to his head from the medic. Prowl sighed.

"I'm sorry Bumblebee, but take a drink, the 'e' in Rage might be silent but it's still there. And Ironhide, it's Jazz's turn." Bumblebee sighed and gulped down his drink, cringing again.

Jazz grabbed Prowl's hands from across the table. "Great Primus above, please let me have this godly 'bot, huh?" The twins growled at the spy, and prowl yanked his hands away.

"Nice, try Jazz. Your turn Ratchet."

"I hate you all, a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, I, j."

"Oh, nice. Using the alphabet. Ironhide go ahead." Sunstreaker told the older 'bots.

The game went on, more 'bots became least sober, and more stranger words or language, in Prowl's case, were used. They soon started the game over. "…Peter Piper picked?" Optimus finished, groaning as he relised that he lost, and took a swig of high grade.

Bumblebee, the drunkest out of all of them, clapped. "My turn!" He turned to stare at Optimus. "Did it hurt?"

"Did what hurt?"

"Falling from heaven?" Everyone started before cracking up.

Jazz slapped 'Bee on the back. "Good one, 'Bee!"

"I'm being serious!" the scout yelled, looking at Optimus hopefully. The older mech smiled at the yellow 'bot.

"Ask me again when you can hold more then two drinks."

"Alright!" Bumblebee shouted before falling foreword. Everyone leaped up, Ratchet quickly checking the youngest mech there over.

"Don't worry," the medic chuckled, "he's only had to much to drink. So whose next?"

Optimus sat back down, sighing happily. He ran a hand over the sleeping Bumblebee's head. Yep, if 'Bee asked him again in a year or two, Optimus would agree, whole heartily.

End

Jada: Man, that was long, but good…I hope. Never written OptimusBee before. New to me. Review.

The line is: "Did it hurt?"

(Their reply) "Did what hurt?"

"Falling from heaven."

Time Used: 6

Times it worked: 2

Oh, and if anyone has a pick up line they want me to use or a couple they want to see, just tell me, 'kay?