Leon peered through her mirrored aviators at the tropical beach and then glanced at Ellie, who had a hand on her hip.
"Welcome to the Lagoon." Epps grunted, shifting the two beach chairs under his arms. Will attempted to peered through the bags in his arms.
"Ooh!" The brunette pulled her friend towards the bar nearby. "Alcoholic beverages."
"One large glass of rum," Leon gave a devilish grin. "And Ellie wants a passion fruit mojito with a frilly umbrella."
"I do not!" Ellie snorted, smacking Leon's arm. "Nothing for me; I'm not a big drinker."
The man behind the counter laughed, handing over a bottle of rum. Leon took a long gulp and grinned, strutting down the sand to the beach chairs their uncles had set up before collapsing next to them on beach towels.
"Will," Leon cooed, dropping into her chair and grinning down at him. "Dearest uncle Will."
"What do you want, Leon?" Will grumbled, throwing an arm over his eyes.
"Hold this." She threw the huge shirt she had on over her bikini at him.
"Lennox! Epps! Mind if I kidnap your chicas? Thanks!" Fig waltzed up, wrapped an arm around both their shoulders and led them to the volleyball net that was erected by the water.
Epps half sat up as they left, Leon waving the bottle around in the air, the alcohol obviously having taken affect.
"You remember when they were two?" Will asked suddenly.
"And they made mud pies with the horse shit on your farm at the family reunion you had?"
"Did we ever tell them?"
"No. I don't think so. I have the pictures still."
"Ah, blackmail."
There was a loud cheer as Ellie spiked the ball.
"Boys," Leon glanced over at her uncles with a devious look. "Did anyone ever tell you the story of Will, Epps and the mento bomb?"
"Mento bomb?" Fig turned, eyebrow lifted.
"Yes." Leon nodded, lifting her bottle. "Mento bomb."
"Chica, you look a little flushed." The Spanish man snickered. "Am I right, Anthony?"
The man beside him nodded.
"You could use so cooling off." Anthony's blue eyes flashed with glee, before he hauled Leon over his shoulder and took off for the lagoon.
"No!" Leon screeched, staring at the bottle that fell from her hand. "MY RUM!"
"Never again." The brunette moaned from her spot against the cold glass shower.
"Dude, you say that every time." Ellie sighed, plucking her friend's hair back as she puked in the toilet.
"I'm never going to live this down."
"No." The mocha woman shook her head. "Water?"
"Please. Ellie, did you know that I love you?"
"Yes. Very much. I'm holding your hair while you puke. This is exactly why I don't drink alcohol often."
"Shut up. Don't say the A-word."
"Alcohol."
"No."
"Alcohol~!"
Leon gagged, and Ellie laughed while she puked.
"I hate you."
"I thought you loved me."
"I changed my mind."
"Morning, boys." Leon greeted as she strode into the Autobot hangers. "How are you?"
Ratchet was immediately in her face.
"You have traces of alcoholic beverages in your system." He growled.
"I had a little too much to drink at the beach yesterday." Leon propped her hands on the overalls tied around her waist. "I'm okay now. Really."
"Shorty!" The short twins yelled, grinning from ear to ear. "Shorty!"
"Glad somebody's glad to see me." She turned her green eyes to them.
"We was lookin' through yo iPod," Mudflap began.
"No we wasn't!"
"You designed all dat graffiti shit, right?"
"Yeah." Leon nodded, knowing the designs they were talking about. The mechanic had a way with spray paint, and had done her fair share of graffiting San Francisco.
"Shorty, you gotta hook us up!" Skidz poked her shoulder.
"You want me to repaint you."
"Yeah."
"And I can do whatever I want?"
The boys nodded.
"Alright. I'll order in some paint. I've been planning on repainting Optimus. He looks a little...dull. No offense."
"None taken." The Autobot commander chuckled.
"Anybody else have scratches or dents or something I need to fix?" Leon propped her hands on her hips.
"Uncle Will!" Leon called, sprinting down the hall to the major. The sandy-haired man turned. "I need shit."
"Well, that bathroom is down the left hall to the right."
"I meant I need you to order stuff. The Autobots need some repainting."
Fig rounded the corner up ahead, and grinned as he approached.
"Oi! Fig." Will waved him over. "Take Leon to the liaison."
"Why me?"
"Because you happened to be around."
"Fine. Come on, chica."