This one and the next few ones take place in G1verse.

And I must admit, Drunk!Skids is way to much fun to write for. 8D

Disclaimer: Never have owned them, most likely never will.

3 -- Silly

"Silly is you in a natural state, and serious is something you have to do until you can get silly again." -- Mike Myers

"Hey, Skids, you aright?"

Skids jolted to attention, nearly whacking his helm into Smokescreen's chin in the process. His thoughts felt fuzzy and uncoordinated and he had quite the trouble holding himself upright but he hide it valiantly. He looked up at his friend. Tried to, at the very least. He got as far as the mech's shoulders before having to focus on his midriff since his processor felt like it was going to explode if he moved it up another inch

"Whu?" Came from somewhere and with a slight jolt realized that it had come from his vocalizer.

"Primus Skids, how many drinks have you had?" The red and blue blob that had Smokescreen's voice asked while it reached for one of the empty energon cubes that littered the table. "No, scratch that - how the pits are you keeping all these down and still be online? I would have passed out cycles ago!"

Skids merely gazed forward with unfocused optics, trying to decipher what had been asked of him.

He shuttered his optics. Slowly.

"Magic?" The theoretician speculated.

The blob put down the empty cube and stared in flabbergasted shock. "Wow. Just…wow. You are well and truly over-energized, you know that Skids? I have never seen you like this and I must say it's quite amazing." He sat down on the empty chair besides the leaning mech. "You should do this more often. What happened?"

The over-energized mech made a sloppy gesture to the other end of the table where a chair had been overturned with a body still in it, deep in recharge. "Sideds said somethin', can't remember whut, and I just had ta prove 'im wrong." Skids's optics nearly crossed as he thought hard in vain. "Whut did him bet width me 'bout again…?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait. What? You, Skids, the pinnacle of the straight line, you actually took a bet?" Smokescreen asked in astonishment. "And you did it without me? I am wounded, Skids. Wounded."

Skids shrugged, nearly toppled out of his chair in the middle of the gesture. "Happen' fast. Imma pretty sure I won it…I think. Can't really remember. I think it had sumfin'to do with all those drinks..." He looked down to the vast collection of cubes, nearly falling on his face. "I don't really 'member there being this many…"

The multicolored blob shook his head in exasperated amusement. "Must have been a drinking game knowing Sideswipe. I am going to have to ask him how he roped you into it once he's able to think straight."

The Honda merely grunted out something, ignoring Smokescreen's words in favor of trying to not fall over. He had marginal success after he placed his chin back into his upturned palm. Already halfway into recharge, he only gave half a disinterested audio for his friend's sudden monologue that had something to do with once-in-a-lifetime-opportunities and what-kind-of-friend-would-I-be and I-bet-I-could-get-you-to-agree-with-anything-right-about-nows. Skids didn't really care and was almost into peaceful oblivion when he was jostled awake by a hand on his shoulder.

"What?" He snapped out and immediately regretted it as it banged around his processor. He cradled his helm in his hands to try to stanch the flood of pain.

"Calm down! Listen to me for a moment," Smokescreen's voice asked softly, compellingly. "I was just wondering if you could do me a little favor, you know, since you went off and made your very first bet with Sideswipe without me. I'm still wounded by that, in case you've forgotten."

Skids low groan morphed into a growled out mumble of "Git to the point!"

The Datsun shrugged off his friend's aggravation with practiced ease. "Well, I just need you to install something for me, nothing too big. I would have one of my regular confidants take care of it but they have been…indisposed as of late."

Even under the influence of an indeterminable amount of high-grade, warning bells still flittered around in Skids's buzzing processor, cautioning him that something was amiss. But they also brought a fair share of pain with them and the Honda found himself willing to do just about anything if it shut his friend up and allowed him to just finally drop into blissful, ache free recharge. "Whuteva, I'll do it - just leave me ta wallow in my missiry, ahright?"

His response delivered, Skids allowed his helm to fall onto his stretched out arms limply lying on the cluttered table. In doing so he missed Smokescreen's all too satisfied smirk. "And I didn't even have to get to the part where I was going to bribe you with a new data book of your choice! I'll still include it though, that's how much I like you. I'll even lug your over-energized aft back to our room as a freebie."

Skids grunted as he was lifted from his chair, allowing himself to be dragged off since he knew in the back of his processor that it would be better for him to recharge in his berth and not half-draped over a table. He tried to help move his body weight but his limbs refused to cooperate and he hung limply off of the supporting shoulder, falling into recharge just a few steps out of the still partying rec room.

He would awaken all to soon with a pounding hard drive, a churning fuel tank, and a growing sense of doom as Smokescreen gleefully called upon the favor he had so idiotically agreed to the night before.