FLASHBACK - Chatter - Closed (Jazz)
Feb 22, 2016 20:07:06 GMT -5
Post by Jazz on Feb 22, 2016 20:07:06 GMT -5
"Dork?!" There was another laugh from the white mech, almost as if he found the entire situation sort of hysterical. "Wow. I've heard a lot of 'Cons call me a bunch of things, but that's the first time I've heard 'dork'! I gotta hold onto that one." There was nothing nervous about his laughter at all, in spite of the look Fairwinds had given him. Clearly he wasn't in the least bit intimidated by her. He was either quite confident in himself or foolish. Maybe a bit of both? Most likely.
"You're kinda adorable when you get all worked up like that." Jazz grinned, scooting one of the unoccupied seats around to where he was standing, just so Fairwinds didn't have to go wandering around again to get to where he was. He sat down again and propped his pedes up on the table, returning to his relaxed position. "If it's cruel here, then they ain't playin' it the right way, Ms lets-shove-assistant-bits-up-their-backends. Though I'll admit, I kinda thought it was your secret way of ditchin' me. Ya know... 'Lets go downstairs', and then ya either sneak off into a crowd the other way while I ain't lookin' or ya got some goons ready to jump me somewhere."
Jazz motioned for another round of their drinks once he spotted the tender still looking their way. There was a nod of response back before the two new glasses were brought over to them, then the tender went back to his other patrons. Jazz pushed the second glass to his company before collecting his own glass between the tips of his index, middle and thumb digits and swirled the liquid around for a bit. He took a small drink of it and returning it to the table. All the while that smile never left his faceplate and, in spite of what had happened only moments before, he was perfectly relaxed. The entire situation hadn't phased him in the slightest.
"Now now, hittin' a guy in the optic ain't nice! I don't place bets on the expense of the well-bein' of other mechs. That reminds me too much of them nasty Pit battles. Besides," he paused to tap on his visor with a single digit of his free servo, "with the way this thing is tuned up? They'd think I cheated anyway."
"You're kinda adorable when you get all worked up like that." Jazz grinned, scooting one of the unoccupied seats around to where he was standing, just so Fairwinds didn't have to go wandering around again to get to where he was. He sat down again and propped his pedes up on the table, returning to his relaxed position. "If it's cruel here, then they ain't playin' it the right way, Ms lets-shove-assistant-bits-up-their-backends. Though I'll admit, I kinda thought it was your secret way of ditchin' me. Ya know... 'Lets go downstairs', and then ya either sneak off into a crowd the other way while I ain't lookin' or ya got some goons ready to jump me somewhere."
Jazz motioned for another round of their drinks once he spotted the tender still looking their way. There was a nod of response back before the two new glasses were brought over to them, then the tender went back to his other patrons. Jazz pushed the second glass to his company before collecting his own glass between the tips of his index, middle and thumb digits and swirled the liquid around for a bit. He took a small drink of it and returning it to the table. All the while that smile never left his faceplate and, in spite of what had happened only moments before, he was perfectly relaxed. The entire situation hadn't phased him in the slightest.
"Now now, hittin' a guy in the optic ain't nice! I don't place bets on the expense of the well-bein' of other mechs. That reminds me too much of them nasty Pit battles. Besides," he paused to tap on his visor with a single digit of his free servo, "with the way this thing is tuned up? They'd think I cheated anyway."