I'm aware that I've done this suggestion before, but drunken me demanded that I did it again

Soooo I am.

Based on real events.

Original suggestion from MoonWallker! Go give them cookies they're amazing!

4th of July, supposedly one of the biggest celebrations in the American year (and one where the British furiously defended their tea). It was one that demanded fireworks, loud music and greasy food.

The Arc was a hive of activity, with the vast majority of the crew eager to celebrate.

But when celebrations came one mech slunk away to hide and hope that nobody found him and dragged him into the disaster waiting to happen.

Alas, it was not to be. The mech's doorwings shot up into a defensive 'v' shape when they heard their name.

"Proooowwllleerrrr~!"

Prowl cursed, diving under his desk. He hugged the datapad he was working on to his chest – he would not be taken away from his work! He had to get rid of this mountain before the flood came in after the after math of the celebration (something was going to go wrong – something always did!) and ate away his recharge cycles for the next groon.

Again!

The door to his office cycled open and there was a scuffling sound followed shortly after by the clattering of datapads as they fell to the floor. Prowl tensed up and tried to silence his intakes.

Jazz's head popped over the edge of the table and the mech grinned, visor glowing far too brightly to be natural.

"There ya are!" The mech shouted, leaping over the table with less grace than normal and clumsily attempting to tug the tactician out from under the desk. From the look of it, Jazz was overcharged.

Prowl was not happy.

"Jazz, you've been drinking."

"Jus' a lil' bi'." They slurred, grinning as they still pulled on Prowls leg. Deciding to humour the mech, he allowed himself to be dragged out.

"You want me to celebrate with you?"

Jazz eagerly nodded, dropping his leg and nodding his head like an excited youngling. Prowl only just suppressed a smile, and took a vid. capture of the moment. "No drinking."

The smile fell just as quickly. "Whaaaaa?"

"No drinking. It's not good for you."

"Buh wha's a celebra'ion wi'ou' one?"

"Well for one I can barely understand you."

Jazz pouted but nodded. "Foooiinn."

Prowl deposited the datapad on the desk and allowed Jazz to tug him along out of the Arc. Then it would play out like it always did – he would pretend to be intending to stay. Then, when Jazz wasn't paying attention, he'd slip away again. And while he was there he would put off the mechs from doing anything stupid.

He was too late to stop the stupidity.

He arrived just in time to have Jazz suddenly relinquish his iron grip on his hand and shoot off into the crowd, squealing loudly. Prowl nervously ran after him, scared about what he would find.

He had every right to be scared.

There was a huge bowl in the ground that was lined with metal. Mechs were pouring what looked like petrol into it.

Why would they want to pour-

Oh primus no

"No!" Prowl shouted, snatching the petrol canister out of the nearest mech's hands. "Don't pour in any more! This is a waste of resources!"

They were going to make a fire pit! Where they insane?! The boxes of fireworks were by far too close! It was a disaster begging to happen!

Clearly, someone didn't get the memo that Prowl had forbidden them from doing anything further as the next moment the pit was suddenly ablaze. There was a brief explosion of searing hot flames that made Prowls paint bubble and flake off before it reluctantly settled down. Prowl glared at every mech standing around the flame, making it very clear that he was furious with them before he stalked away.

No. He was not a happy bunny.

The Prime would be dealing with this. Prowl was having no part in it.

Just when Prowl thought that it couldn't get any worse, he was kindly proven wrong as a firework screamed past his head to explode in a star of red above the Arc. Prowl slowly turned to fix whoever launched it in his direction with a glare and he was greeted with the sight of the boxes containing the fireworks happily burning away, the fireworks inside being set off.

"Oh frag."

Jazz was standing there just watching them with a grin on his face, and the way his chassis was moving indicated that he was giggling at it like a little schoolgirl.

"Jazz, get away from there!" He shouted, hoping that the saboteur heard him. Jazz turned and grinned at him, giving him a thumbs up before prancing over to him. Once at his side, he immediately wrapped his arms around one of Prowls and joined him in watching the boxes explode

I swear to god I don't usually get drunk it's just that it was my parents wedding anniversary party and beer got shoved into my hands more times than I'd care to remember and it all went downhill from there.

I am forever grateful I am not a lightweight.

~Llama