"I'm tellin' ya, it's imposs'ble, femme. Ya can't say it withou' laughin'," a cool voice drawled.
Wildstrike and Jazz sat on the over-sized green sofa of the common room. They had just finished watching Date Movie, the latest of the Scary Movie, Epic Movie, and Distaster Movie series. It was a regular thing between friends. The two of them would watch a movie every Tuesday, no matter what. And this movie was the ultimate in Human humor. It was so stupid, it was funny. But while they had been browsing the bonus features, they had come across something most intruiging.
"Then let's make it interesting," the auburm haired human said firmly. Wildstrike crossed her arms, reflecting her stubborn attitude. She reached into her subspace, provided by a small wrist contraption made by Wheeljack, her adopted Carrier, and pulled out a bag of Energon chips. Tossing it on the small (for Cybertronian size) coffee table in front of them, she offered, "500 E.C.'s says I can do it."
Jazz snatched up the sack and glanced through it, most likely counting the E.C.'s. Finally, the Porche tossed a bag the same size from his subspace next to hers. "Ya got yerself a bet. Rules?"
Wildstrike held up a datapad and scribbled them down. She tilted it towards the Autobot TiC for him to approve.
1) Must say the line with a straight face.
2) Must wait five seconds after it is said before laughing.
3) Must not give any indication of what is going to be said.
4) Must be said to a 'humorless' mech.
Jazz nodded. "A'ight. Le's do it." Picking up a small video camera and checking the battery life, the two each grabbed their sacks of E.C.s, Jazz picked Wildstrike up and set her on his shoulder, leaving for the rec room. As the door slid open, earth-brown eyes and a blue visor glance through the group present.
Wildstrike leaned towards the TiC. "So, who's the lucky mech?"
The sabateur had been hoping that Prowl would be present. The look on his faceplates would have been priceless. But, sadly, he wasn't there. Bumblebee wasn't a humorless mech, neither was Blaster, nor Blurr, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, or Wheeljack. Jazz's optics stopped abruptly as he spotted two lone mechs at a table. A devious smile formed on his mouth. "Them."
The teenaged human female followed his line of vision. "Cool." Hound and Mirage. Hound wasn't humorless, but Mirage didn't find much funny. The fact that the two were bondmates made it even better.
Taking a deep breath, 'Strike made her face completely blank. Jazz set his little friend down on the floor. Strolling calmly up to the two mechs, she climbed up the ladder attatched to all tables and such, and took a seat on the edge of the table, next to the blue and white mech, abruptly ending their conversation. Both Hound and 'Raj looked at her expectantly. The girl just sat there on the table surface, her face neutral, hands folded neatly in her lap. Jazz stood over by the door, his entire frame shaking as he tried to keep from laughing, the camera recording everything.
Wildstrike waited until the two mechs shrugged, turned away, and took a sip of their cubes of Energon before turning to face Mirage. Abruptly, she asked, "You fuckin'?"
'Raj spat his Energon in a spray, setting his cube down firmly. Hound choked on his Energon, breaking into a coughing fit. Everyone in the rec room stopped and turned towards her, giving her odd looks. 'Strike couldn't keep up the facade any more. She fell onto the floor, laughing her ass off. It might of hurt when she fell, but she couldn't stop laughing. Jazz had slumped against the doorway, snickers racking through his frame. He had somehow managed to keep the camera steady to record everything. He was going to put this on YouTube, without a doubt.
Struggling to get to her feet, she stumbled over to the TiC, giggling wildly. Jazz handed her the E.C.'s without question. When they finally pull themselves together, coolant and tears were leaking down their faces, ribs and systems still burning from how hard they were laughing. Jazz managed around a few remaining chuckles, "Tha' was th' funnies' thin' I've ever seen."
Wildstrike nodded, struggling to catch her breath. "That was halarious," she managed to wheeze. They both exited the room, jabbering about posting the video as soon as they could.
The scout and spy managed to get ahold of themselves, staring after Wildstrike and Jazz as they left. The green jeep glanced at his mate. "What the Pit was that about?"
The blue and white mech shook his helm, at a loss for words. He had known that those two were nutters but this... Was simply insane. 'Raj shook his helm again, taking another sip of his cube, only to spit it back out again as Hound said unexpectedly, "You should have told her 'yes.'"
A/N: Yesh, another Cybertronian Heart drabble :3
Now for my comments on THIS little piece. I have no fragging idea what I was thinking when I wrote this. I had watched the extras on Date Movie and the guy who plays Frank Jones (Julia's father) said that when you go to a club or something, ask the girl or dude you like "You fuckin'?". If they say yes or laugh, "you know you're in." If they say no or give you a disgusted look, walk away and call them a Prude Bitch... Naturally, TF came into mind. Well, in mine it did. Yeah. I have no clue what people have slipped into my drinks...