Space-Coyote Ugly [OPEN]
WHO: Starscream and [OPEN]
WHAT: Starscream does his less than flattering job. It's Starscream's shift and patrons are allowed to come in and request a dance for a small fee. Make sure you have plenty of credits, though, he'll want good tips!
WHERE: The Mile High Club.
WHEN: TONIGHT BROTHA.
WARNINGS/NOTES: This is one of those FUN threads where ( Read more... )
WHAT: Starscream does his less than flattering job. It's Starscream's shift and patrons are allowed to come in and request a dance for a small fee. Make sure you have plenty of credits, though, he'll want good tips!
WHERE: The Mile High Club.
WHEN: TONIGHT BROTHA.
WARNINGS/NOTES: This is one of those FUN threads where ( Read more... )
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It really is only suiting that Megatron would have some sort of affiliation and instinctual need to know where his ex-Second was, despite the fact that he had no real intention of doing a thing to the mech in question. As it had been stated many times in the past, there is disgustingly little he can do, and as such... there is a necessary truce between the both of them. Perhaps someday they could speak to one another without promised death threats at the end of every other sentence, but really, that's asking for quite a bit.
As much as he despised the music in this place, it was at the bare minimum tolerable, he simply had to turn down his audio receptors to almost mute, at least until someone decided to speak to him. As it was, he easily sat himself down in the same booth he had chosen upon his first visit.
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Walking out on the floor, one of the Bouncers directed him toward the first customer who had paid for a solo lap dance.
As soon as he picked out the large silver mech at the booth, Starscream's expression went flat.
"S'ere a problem with that one, Screams? You want I should toss him?"
"No... just a irritating stalker I can't seem to shake. I'll give him a dance."
The bouncer simply shrugged and moved off while the Seeker approached his former leader.
"So." He leaned on the table, as the DJ changed the MP3s and a new song started.
"I thought I told you not to come back." He grinned pleasantly, running the movement protocols that allowed him not to have to think about what he was doing. It was the illusion of him simply doing his job nicely. He braced a servo against Megatron's shoulder ( ... )
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"I'm sure your insurmountable ego is overjoyed at my presence."
The pressure on his shoulder was welcome, and his gaze never left the Seeker's optics.
"Kill me, Starscream? I thought you would have learned after the last fifty times you tried it how entirely pointless those ambitions are."
He tilts his helm, curious. How very unlike Starscream to so willingly dish out information. He knows by now that a good 98% of whatever spouts from that vocalizer is a blatant lie.
"Do tell, Seeker."
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"You see..." A servo wrapped around the back of his helm as segmented metal moved and slid perfectly as he rolled his body to the music.
"I have a new employer now. A new commander- rather... I'd like to say partner. It feels more appropriate, in this case." He turned around and unabashedly seated himself in Megatron's lap, lips curling into a vicious grin.
"He respects me." A claw slid down the edge of Megatron's helm as he arched his body away and turned around so he was seated, facing him.
"And most of all..." He purred.
"I am confident that he will accomplish what you failed at." He finally stood up again, and backed up slightly, managing to do so elegantly and in time with the rhythm.
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Great.
Great.
Moreover, this would be tend kinds of awkward... he might as well go figure out what the heck Dirge actually wanted. He figured there was more to it than the other Seeker simply wanting to get his robot rocks off. So to speak.
Sauntering over, Starscream leaned on the table.
Quirking an optic ridge he slid his servos across the table and leaned in lower.
"Okay first- what are you doing here? Second- what do you want from me?"
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"I can't get into your house anymore," Dirge replied with a shrug, not at all bothered that he was admitting to trying to break in again.
Oh~ Dirge loved that question.
"Everything you've got. But right now- mostly I need you to work off some tension," he said, proud of himself for prioritizing.
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"If you so much as lay one servo on me, my big friends over there by the bar will trash you so hard you'll need a GPS to locate your aft. Got it?" He began the movement protocols that put him perfectly in tune with the music. Just because he'd started his dance didn't mean he was done talking however.
"Quite frankly I know you simply can't control yourself. It'll be amusing to watch them drag you out and crush you into iron filings." He leaned closer, stroking his servos down his clone's chassis.
The two seemed to actually be drawing the rest of the club's attention- after all, Dirge was a Seeker to... so it was like.
Free.
Pervert.
Entertainment.
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Sentinel's not sure what they take him for. How naive do they think he is? He's a MODEL, not a hitman! Okay, and also an actor. And also a singer. And not too shabby a dancer. And if he WANTED to be a hitman he could totally do it. But he's not and that better not be what this was about.
Getting there, the club is...larger, cleaner, and better lit than what he was expecting (which should tell how dirty and dark he was thinking it'd be) and far more...er, personable than he was thinking, too. Warily, Sentinel finds a table, waiting for whomever it was to make their way over to him. And also for a waitress. If the deal was as lousy and disrespectful to his position as he was thinking he could at least look forward to some Energon.
They better have good Energon.
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Quietly Starscream was thankful he was only here for the food and not...
Uhg.
He'd give the Autobot a nasty surprise at the very least. Make the best of the situation. Tell the cooks to spit in his food.
He made his way over quietly- leaning in from behind, clawed servos resting themselves on Sentinel's shoulders.
"What can I get for you, sweetie?" If all went well? Sentinel would jump out of his shell.
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"Well this is just-" And then he looked down.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me." Well... living in the Nexus, he figured even organics were not immune to developing some sick fetishes. Inter species was a new one for him, though.
He cleared his vocals and picked up the cube the man was sitting in.
"You have a song request or shall I improvise?"
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"Aaaand...right, right…a song. I get to choose…?" In flash of fuchsia light, Xigbar suddenly exited the beverage, completely dry and now at eye level with the jet's optics…and also upside-down. He paced the empty air as though it were solid ground, unperturbed that the rest of club had not bothered to shift its directional axis along with him, intent as he was in studying the extensive song collection uploaded to his communicator. Previewing the lyrics, he selected one that seemed to mention the singer's "heart" quite a bit - which always amused him.
(( Sorry this wasn't on YT = Hooked by Seabound"Oh…if ya want the energon there…help yourself," he gestured off-handedly at his abandoned cube. "Think I'm done with it. Wasn't really ( ... )
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"You had better hope I don't catch you after my shift."
The selected song was sent over the comm link to the DJ who gracefully shifted into it.
"And that is disgusting." Like he would drink energon after some organic had his grubby self soaking in it.
Still, he hopped up on the nearest table, and as if on cue, several of the other waitresses and waiters followed his example.
It was easy to do things in synch when you had a dance program installed that let you match the movements of the rest of the crew.
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Although, getting the data he wanted was not going to be so simple. Hacking directly was out of the question. He'd seen what had happened to those who'd laid hands on the jet. Which meant his preferred method of getting information was out of the question. And left him one potential option... The Transtech upgrade.All he had to do was contact the alternate Starscream physically. Then he could sift through his mind all he pleased ( ... )
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But at least it wasn't someone he counted as an outright enemy.
Just a mouth-venting pervert.
Which was the general demographic of this club anyway. He sauntered over to the table and leaned forward on it.
"Well hello again." Well, he was good at this at least. Every movement was a twist or flick of his hips or wings. His Malgian body worked well for his job.
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"ACKNOWLEDGED," he said, sitting just as stiffly in his chair as before. Although, he did push away from the table, slightly. According to his data, that should be an invitation...
... then again, Soundwave was never really terribly good with data of this nature.
"PREPARED TO: BEGIN."
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"You're a creep, you know that?" Regardless he ran one of his usual protocols that helped him match his movements to the music.
The problem with this Soundwave was that... well. He didn't really know where to touch him. He could roughly tell where his head and legs were. Arms... but everything else was sort of a big cluster of questionable components.
Right just... improvise. He sidled around behind Soundwave, attempting to drape himself over the other mech to the best of his ability but the large satellite-like components really got in the way.
Okay so try the front. He sort of had a lap... uh.
Starscream seated himself sideways, kicking his thrusters up and crossing his legs while he balanced himself holding onto one of the other Decepticon's arms.
This was like some kind of fragged up puzzle.
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