Ep .5 - 'Girl's Night' - Closed
Mar 11, 2012 23:21:07 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2012 23:21:07 GMT -5
Arcee shifted uncharacteristically nervous in one the base’s numerous empty backrooms. She was far from her usual sure self. How? Just how did she let herself get dragged into this? Arcee would insistently state she wasn’t the social type. Bumblebee, Jazz, and Bluestreak dominated in that area. The blue femme was flabbergasted at the suggestion of bonding time for growing femme portion of Team Prime. Arcee was straight up what the humans would call a ‘tomboy’, working and dealing with the roughest, toughest mechs of Cybertron’s enforcer class.
“Just pick something everybot can loosen up with. Everything else will fall into place after that.”
Arcee huffed –yea right-, irritation crackling through her field from Jazz’s ‘helpful’ advice.
The two-wheeler glanced warily towards a set of plain, smooth, and reinforced steel poles located at one end of the abandoned storage room. Arcee had intently left out a few details, when she got permission from Optimus for this ‘girl’s night’. It was the only activity Arcee could think of that she could loosen up doing, but none of the mechs on base needed to know about her, not-appropriate for enforcer class, hobby from her younger, wilder cycles.
Still having plenty of time before any of the other femmes arrived, Arcee whipped through a few quick warm up routines, easing out some of her rustiness. She shifted a bit, feeling odd in the slimmer fitting performer plating after so long, rather then her normal combat armor. The performer plating added very little bulk to her frame and only covered her protoform. Her SCAT unit glyph engraving now appeared visible on the lower back portion of her neck, right in the protoform.
Arcee walked away from the poles, marginally more comfortable with this ridiculous plan of teaching the other femmes how to pole dance. Passing the remaining minutes before everyone arrived, she fiddled with the various homemade and created energon concoctions spread across the table, making sure to hid the more potent stuff for a little later.
Now, if everyone would just hurry up and get here, she could settle her fragging nerves!
“Just pick something everybot can loosen up with. Everything else will fall into place after that.”
Arcee huffed –yea right-, irritation crackling through her field from Jazz’s ‘helpful’ advice.
The two-wheeler glanced warily towards a set of plain, smooth, and reinforced steel poles located at one end of the abandoned storage room. Arcee had intently left out a few details, when she got permission from Optimus for this ‘girl’s night’. It was the only activity Arcee could think of that she could loosen up doing, but none of the mechs on base needed to know about her, not-appropriate for enforcer class, hobby from her younger, wilder cycles.
Still having plenty of time before any of the other femmes arrived, Arcee whipped through a few quick warm up routines, easing out some of her rustiness. She shifted a bit, feeling odd in the slimmer fitting performer plating after so long, rather then her normal combat armor. The performer plating added very little bulk to her frame and only covered her protoform. Her SCAT unit glyph engraving now appeared visible on the lower back portion of her neck, right in the protoform.
Arcee walked away from the poles, marginally more comfortable with this ridiculous plan of teaching the other femmes how to pole dance. Passing the remaining minutes before everyone arrived, she fiddled with the various homemade and created energon concoctions spread across the table, making sure to hid the more potent stuff for a little later.
Now, if everyone would just hurry up and get here, she could settle her fragging nerves!