Prompt 57-Lunch

A/N If anyone reading is a huge chemistry buff I'm in big trouble.

"Just try some Raji...You'll...like it?" Sideswipe pleaded with his bond mate.

"Not if it were the last drop of energon in the universe." The blue mech protested.

"C'mon. This is me and Sunny's first batch of homebrew. We gotta know if it works." In his arms Sideswipe held a large cauldron of what he called energon. "Just pretend it's high-grade." Sideswipe held a ladle to his mate's clamped lips.

"High-grade? I'm sure there's exhaust that tastes better than that." Mirage held a hand over his mouth to avoid consuming the putrid substance. The "energon" was a murky gray color instead of the normal sparkling tint most energon held. It smelled horrible, and small billowing streams of smoke were pouring off the surface of the horrendous substance. It was smoking!

"Just what's in that concoction of yours?" Mirage asked cautiously through parted fingers.

"Nothing much. Just some gasoline, some oil, the insides of both lithium and alkaline batteries, oh and a couple of umm...a few unstable isotopes of Polonium might have snuck in, along with a pinch of Uranium ore..."

"Sideswipe what the frag? Get that out of here. What if it explodes?"

"Already has babe. This is just the sweet, sweet product. Now just give this a swig..." Sideswipe maneuvered the ladle closer to his bond mate's mouth. Mirage ducked causing the Lamborghini to spill the spoon's contents.

"Sideswipe!" Mirage's face contorted into a look of horror as the mixture completely dissolved a hole in the floor below them.

"Pssh. That just proves it'll get 'ya drunk fast. Our fuel pumps can handle just about anything."

"I don't see you or Sunstreaker rushing to try it. You're not pushing it on Blue, Blaster, or Jazz either. Why me?"

"Cause up until about three kliks ago you were the only one who hadn't said no. Look I'll prove it's not that bad." Sideswipe dipped the ladle back into the cauldron and procured another large spoonful of energon. Never one to openly admit defeat to his bonded, he downed the mixture in one triumphant swallow.

He spent the next few kliks coughing and sputtering. "Burns..." he commented patting his chest plate. "Puts rust on your chest plate." He interrupted himself with another coughing spell. "Damn good stuff..."

The red Lamborghini dropped to his knees and clutched his abdomen. "Ohh Raji...That's got a nasty after taste..."

Mirage shook his head. His bond mate was notorious for doing anything to prove a point, but this was ridiculous. "Come on 'Sides." He extended a hand to the red twin. "Let's get you to Ratchet."