BACK AT THE HOTEL…

Everyone was waiting in the lobby for Blueberry, who had swung by to grab her costume. They all were excited to go clubbing, so it seemed like forever while Autobot Blueberry dressed up as Decepticon Blueberry.

Finally, though, she came into the lobby wearing her disguise. She walked up to Tomato and put her arm around him, whispering, "You ready to party, lover boy?"

"Yes," Tomato choked.

…

As soon as the Decepticons got downtown, they began scouting for clubs. Finally they found one that looked "promising" (as Starscream put it). They entered and ran into the bouncer immediately.

"Well, the Dark Lord himself," the bouncer said approvingly. "Can I get an autograph?"

"I guess," Megatron told him, as the bouncer held out his data pad. Megatron scanned his signature onto a blank document and went on in.

Megatron was infamous amongst everyone, which was why the bouncer had recognized him even on Nebulos. The rest of them, though, weren't that well-known on a foreign planet, especially Tomato and Blueberry, since they weren't the same generation as the rest. They did all have their ID's, though (Blueberry hadn't forgotten her fake one), so they all got in.

The music was so loud they couldn't even hear what the other was saying without shouting. The disco ball flashed multicolored lights throughout the whole room, and there was a section near the back where several Decepticons were showing off their weapons. There were barrels of energon and oil, nothing less than an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Of course, they weren't familiar with the pop culture of Nebulos, but apparently Blitzwing liked the fast song that was playing, because he rushed out into the crowd and started moshing. As he did so, he beckoned Tomato and Blueberry to join him.

"I challenge you to a dance contest, you two against me," Icy said. "Do you accept?"

"We accept!" Blueberry told him, surprising Tomato with her enthusiasm. So, as soon as the next song started, the three of them started to dance harder and harder, laughing all the way. It was hard to beat Blitzwing's dance moves.

"BLITZWING! BLITZWING!" The crowd was roaring. Tomato and Blueberry danced harder, and they did well, but they still couldn't beat the best dancer on Cybertron. Finally, as the song ended, the two young 'bots put their servos down, panting, and proclaimed the Blitzwing the winner.

"I knew you could not beat me!" laughed Crazy Blitzwing. Blueberry shrugged, smiling, and Tomato followed her over to the table with the drinks. Tomato picked up a cube of fizzy energon, and began to drink out of it.

"Dear Primus!" Tomato gasped, swallowing the energon. "Swindle was right! This energon is as smooth as a protoform's bottom!"

"Oh really?" Blueberry smirked. "Let me see that for a second."

"Go on," Tomato whispered, handing a fresh cube of fizzy energon to his girlfriend. "Try it."

"Don't drink too much," Shockwave reminded them sternly. "In large doses, fizzy energon can mess with your CPU…as you have undoubtedly seen with the others."

"It's okay, Shockwave," Blueberry reassured him. "I won't drink too much."

TWO MEGACYCLES LATER…

"Did I ever tell you—how much—how much I love you?" Blueberry hiccupped, her arm around Tomato's shoulders.

"You give me that—that—" Tomato fell backwards onto the ground with a clunk and clatter as yet another shot of fizzy energon fell out of his servo and splashed on the ground. "That feeling, baby."

"Oh yeah!" she cried, and pounced on him. "Come, take advantage of me!"

"Gladly," Tomato whispered, and the two young 'bots sat up, still clinging to each other as if they had been glued together.

"Can you please get up off the floor?" they suddenly heard someone say, and it was Shockwave. The other club patrons, dancing and drinking all around them, hadn't really been paying attention, but apparently Shockwave didn't think it was a good idea to initiate an intimate moment right in the middle of a dance club—and high on energon, nonetheless.

"I-I, um—" Tomato attempted to stand up, then fell over again.

"Oh, for Spark's sake," said Shockwave, lifting Tomato and Blueberry off the floor. "Come with me. You two are done drinking for the night."

"D-Don't be a party pooper, Shockwave!" Tomato told his superior, sounding more intoxicated than ever, but Shockwave just shook his head and pulled the two young 'bots over to Megatron. It was their first time being high on energon, and they didn't seem to be handling it very well.

Unfortunately, the Dark Lord himself was even worse than Tomato and Blueberry combined. Right now he was at the back of the room, shooting his cannon at the wall as the other club patrons cheered him on.

"L-Lord Megatron!" Tomato called, waving unsteadily.

"Is th-that my Tomato?" Megatron called back.

"Yes, my liege!" Tomato grabbed Blueberry's hand and ran over to join his leader. Shockwave followed them, grumbling exasperatedly.

"Oh, Shockwave, I was just looking for you!" Megatron waved at Shockwave. "I was gonna ask, do you know where Starscream is?"

"Probably in the back room," Shockwave told him, sounding irritated. "I saw him chatting up a couple of good-looking femmes earlier tonight."

"That fool Starscream," Megatron said, then shot off his cannon again, narrowly missing Shockwave's head.

"That—that sure is a big cannon!" Blueberry observed, pointing a shaking finger at Megatron's fusion cannon.

"Do you wanna try this big boy out?" Tomato asked her, taking his own gun off his arm.

Normally, Blueberry probably would have declined this offer, but tonight, she snatched the gun from her boyfriend's servos and screeched, "Yes!"

Tomato pointed to a random place in the club. "Fire!"

Blueberry shot several rounds across the room and into the wall, and when some Decepticons cheered, she pumped her fist in the air energetically and cried, "I think I love this place!"

"DECEPTICONS FOR THE WIN!" Megatron hollered, firing his fusion cannon at the ceiling. Tomato took his sword out and waved it all around in the air, while Blueberry kept on shooting his gun.

"You're a natural, Blueberry!" Tomato grabbed Blueberry around the waist and she giggled like a nitwit, flinging her arms around his neck.

"Oh, Tomato, you—you are too sweet!" she cried, tickling him, and then they both laughed like fools.

"You know, Blueberry," Tomato slurred, lifting up Blueberry's chin, "I think you look really hot in that Decepticon outfit."

"Why, thank you!" Blueberry giggled again and put her servo in Tomato's.

"Come, my love," he whispered suggestively in her ear. "Come, and I will eat you alive."

And that was the last thing Tomato remembered of that night.