Mini Fic: Last Orders
Title: Last Orders
Continuity: G1
Rating: PG-13
Character(s): Ratchet, Hoist
Warnings: None
Summary: Ratchet and Hoist really need to pay attention to their surroundings
Notes: Part of the Oath and Covenant AU. Series masterpost here
Disclaimer: Transformers and all related stuff still doesn't belong to me :(
"Y'know, you lot are going to get my license revoked one cycle." The voice from right beside us was amused despite trying to sound aggravated and it was followed by the whip of a mesh cloth on one of my thighs.
"Would we do that to you?" I asked as I worked my hand out of Hoist's wiring so that he could sit up rather than sprawl inelegantly across my chest.
I hadn't realised we had gotten so... absorbed that neither of us had noticed the bar slowly emptying of its patrons and the lights being dimmed. It was strange to see the place so quiet, no mechs dancing, no sound of chattering and laughing and the low buzz of active commlines beneath the usually ever present music.
The barkeeper and owner chuckled "not on purpose." He shook his helm as we finally stood up, our hands lingering along plating as we stretched. "Medics." Despite his exasperation at our antics he was still smiling. "Go on with you and stop cluttering up my bar." The cloth flashed out with precision accuracy across my aft and I couldn't quite suppress the undignified squeak as he chased us out, his cheery 'see you next cycle' echoing behind us as we staggered back towards the Academy dorm rooms.
Continuity: G1
Rating: PG-13
Character(s): Ratchet, Hoist
Warnings: None
Summary: Ratchet and Hoist really need to pay attention to their surroundings
Notes: Part of the Oath and Covenant AU. Series masterpost here
Disclaimer: Transformers and all related stuff still doesn't belong to me :(
"Y'know, you lot are going to get my license revoked one cycle." The voice from right beside us was amused despite trying to sound aggravated and it was followed by the whip of a mesh cloth on one of my thighs.
"Would we do that to you?" I asked as I worked my hand out of Hoist's wiring so that he could sit up rather than sprawl inelegantly across my chest.
I hadn't realised we had gotten so... absorbed that neither of us had noticed the bar slowly emptying of its patrons and the lights being dimmed. It was strange to see the place so quiet, no mechs dancing, no sound of chattering and laughing and the low buzz of active commlines beneath the usually ever present music.
The barkeeper and owner chuckled "not on purpose." He shook his helm as we finally stood up, our hands lingering along plating as we stretched. "Medics." Despite his exasperation at our antics he was still smiling. "Go on with you and stop cluttering up my bar." The cloth flashed out with precision accuracy across my aft and I couldn't quite suppress the undignified squeak as he chased us out, his cheery 'see you next cycle' echoing behind us as we staggered back towards the Academy dorm rooms.