Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers (2007) or Transformers: Generation 1.

The following songs were used in this chapter:

Mr. Personality by Giselle

Dance Like An Idiot by Lemon Demon

Sera Sera by Shakira

Dum tek tek by Simo ft. Hasna

Qele-Qele by Sirusho

Caliente by Inna

If You Play Your Cards Right by Alicia Myers

Warning: I changed Blaster's alt. mode to human size.

Cheasy pick-up lines and extreme awkwardness that will make you groan in dread...Before throwing something at the author's head. :D *Wack* XP

"Blaster, this is ridiculous."

"You need this, Lil."

"Remind me why I have to carry you, again?"

"Because Prime hasn't given us autobots clearance yet to appear in public...? Unless you want people crowding you while trying to court a femme-"

"Fine, fine. Wait, who said that I was going to court a female?"

"You did. When you said that you would come with me."

"I meant to look at females, not flirt with one. I am not bringing a stranger home, female or not. I'm not that sort of person."

"I never said you would have to. I just want to know what you find physically appealing."

"I could have just told you."

"Yeah, but do you even know? They call you Mr. Personality!"

I kicked Blaster. "Stupid radio," I muttered as I saw people across the street. "Thing never works right."

"I object," Blaster said when the small group left hearing distance.

"Blaster, we should go back to base. What if my boss see's me?"

"Now your just grasping at straws."

"Well if I'm picking up girls, what's my excuse for not working?"

"I imagine the situation would be different if you were picking up girls at night. And as far as your excuse..." I yelped as an electric shock ran through my body. "Be creative. Heads up, Lil."

"Nice radio."

I nearly froze at the smile thrown at me. Chill, femme, I reminded myself. Relax. No need to freak someone out by being a wound up...What was it Jazz called it? Turbo spring. I relaxed more against the tree and gave her my own easy smile. Just act like Jazz and you'll be fine. "Thanks."

"Where'd you get it? Vintage RS?"

I chuckled as she passed me. I frowned at Blaster when she left hearing range. "Well that went well."

"Don't look at me. You were the one made of stone."

"Well forgive me if I've never done this."

"Lil, do you even have any pick-up lines?"

"No..."

"Liar."

"Fine, I do. But they're terrible."

"Throw me a line."

"If you were a book I would totally check you out. Here's my card?"

"Do I even want to know where you got that?"

"No." I looked around casually. There was literally no one on the street. "Blaster, why did we come this early in the morning, anyway? The town has barely woken up."

"Do you want to get hit on in a club at midnight when someone is more likely to drag you away somewhere?" I looked across the street. My grip tightened slightly. "Exactly. It's safer this way. Lil?" My grip relaxed and I looked at Blaster. "Are you afraid of men?"

I sighed. "I'm afraid of one taking advantage...So, yes. I'm cautious around them. I know that I'm at least on equal footing in some way with a female, even if said female was a hell of a lot stronger than me and could take some mean punches." I closed my eyes and sighed again. "If it came right down to it," I whispered. "I would much rather have a female attack me than a male...Even if the female was buff and the male was scrawny. The fear factor would only be there with a male. It would be instinctive fighting with a female."

"Lil, are you afraid of rape?"

"Like I said," I whispered. "Only with males."

"Even mechs?"

"Not really. Well, no...I shouldn't say that. If it was a decepticon, then yes. I trust the autobots with my life. That includes my virginity. That is something that I cannot compromise."

"Even if someone else was in danger?"

"Throw me a line."

"Another female is getting attacked by a male."

"Call the cops, jump the guy from behind and choke him to the ground."

"Choke him?"

"I'd only choke him so much that I would be able to handcuff him to a pole."

"Handcuffs? Are those certified?"

"Probably not. But I would never go out at night without protection."

"Pepper spray?"

"Not yet."

"Lil..."

"I'm cautious, Blaster. That's it."

"You sound like Red Alert."

"I know," I whispered seriously as I looked at the sunrise.

I looked at Blaster when I heard him changing stations. "Let's change the subject. Show me your moves."

I blinked at him. "Moves?"

"Ya know...Your dance moves."

"They're kind of ancient at this point, Blaster."

"Name them."

"Moonwalk...flamenco...belly dancing...scientist in 1984..." I chuckled at the last one. I needed to start listening to new music.

"So the 80's and anything Spanish, Egyptian or Arabic? Is that right?"

"Yep."

"Hang on a sec." I watched him in curiousity as he changed the station multiple times.

"Nothing too loud," I warned him. "I don't want to wake people up."

"There's no houses down here, Lil," Blaster said in amusement.

"Someone still might call the police if it's too loud." Blaster gave me a sample of a song from the eighties. I pursed my lips and shook my head. "Pick something I can swing my hips to. I don't care what language it's in."

"I thought you weren't one for putting on a show."

I smirked. "No one's around. It's just to get over any self consciousness I might have." I laughed when he started playing Sera Sera by Shakira. You took the suggestion literally, huh? I thought as I settled into the movements anyway. Blaster played several other songs including: Dum tek tek by Simo ft. Hasna, Qele-Qele by Sirusho, and Caliente by Inna.

I wanna make make make make you feel,

Make make make make you dance.

Make make make make you feel-

I froze mid hip swing when the lyrics of the song sank into me. They are innocent in a sense, but they might give the wrong impression to the wrong person. I swung around when I heard someone clap. A young female was standing next to Blaster with a casual smile on her face. "Nice moves. Where's the cash box at?"

I chuckled nervously. "Thanks. There isn't one."

"You just dance on the side of the road for nothing?"

"I tend not to make a habit of it. I just felt like dancing."

"You know there are clubs in town, right? Or are you new?"

If you play your cards right

Everything's gonna be alright

If you play your cards right with me

"Is your radio broken?"

"It's just old. It doesn't take much to rattle it."

"What about you?"

Damn girl, I thought with a smile. I like this game. I chuckled. "My normal response would be 'not really', but it really just depends on the situation. You?"

"Same," she responded with her own smile. "So...clubs?"

"Right. Never been to one."

"With those moves? That's criminal."

I laughed, nerves blasting full speed. "I'd hardly call it that," I said in amusement after calming down somewhat. "Besides that, do you know any good ones?"

She got a devious look in her blue eyes, following my lead quickly. "I know a few."

"Mind showing me one sometime? I would enjoy the experience."

"You got a phone?"

I pulled out a mini notebook from my breast pocket and tore a page. As I was writing my name and number I thought, I hope I don't seem too desperate. After all, I did just meet her. Holy Primus! I thought as I handed the paper and mini pen to her. I don't even know-! "Forgive me...I'm afraid I forgot to ask your name."

"You could just call me caliente," she said in amusement as she scribbled her number. I did a quick scan of her face. She had olive skin and her hair was a sleek black. Would it be rude to ask her origins? I wondered as she handed the paper back to me. I raised an eyebrow at her in amusement when she wrote her name and number on the same piece of paper as me and didn't bother ripping it in half. She tapped her head. "Photographic memory."

"Humph," I grunted in amusement while pocketing the paper and notebook. "Nice gift, Shannon," I said knowing that Blaster was just eating up the fact that my eyes had their own devious sparkle in them.

"Why thank you Lillian."

"Just Lil's fine."

"Lil, then." She winked before walking off. "Expect a text next-"

I leapped forward and grabbed her arm when she lost her balance on the curb. The only reason I wasn't surprised was because she was wearing black stilettos. I grabbed both her shoulders to help steady her once on the sidewalk before quickly taking a step away and dropping my arms, realizing that I may have invaded her personal space. "Sorry. That wasn't-"

"It's fine," she said as she placed a hand on my arm. "Thank you."

I blinked at her when she stepped away. "You free Friday night?"

"Yes. My shift ends at eight." Well, it would if I was working this week. I was suddenly very glad that I had worn a tight fitting long sleeve shirt with a v-neck so that Shannon couldn't see my arms.

"Great. I'll meet you at the club at nine. But who's driving who home?"

"Depends," I said with smile. "You drink?"

"A little," she said with another devious tinkle in her eyes.

"Then I'll drive."

"Not one for drinks?"

"Never had one."

"You've been missing out on all the good things in life. Glad I saw you dancing."

I chuckled. "Agreed. I'll see you there."

"You better believe it," she said with another wink before walking off, swinging her own hips.

I raised an eyebrow in amusement as a natural smile swept across my face. I think Primus just sent me a landline for that book.