The bunnies returned... This time, they waited until I was reading some slash to do it...
I do not own Transformers. Prowl would kill me if I did.
"Prowl, you've been staring at that femme for half a cycle. Go say hi or something," Optimus encouraged.
"No… I don't think I should…" he protested.
"Come on, Prowl! You think Optimus got me by staring?" Elita-One snickered.
"Yes… He stared at you so long, he couldn't avoid the collision with the pole that sprung up in his path," Prowl said dryly.
"Well, at least it got my attention," she shrugged.
"You're not exactly doing anything attention grabbing, Prowl," Optimus glared. "Besides, what works for us might not work for you. Now go!"
"That's an order, Prowl."
He stood up and started walking towards her, then chickened out and turned around again. He quickly made another U-turn when Optimus pulled his blaster on him.
The femme noticed him approaching and smiled. "Hi!" she said.
"Hi… or something…" Prowl said nervously.
She laughed. "Why don't you sit down?" she invited.
"Okay…" he attempted a meek smile.
After a while of talking to her, he decided that he rather liked her. Unfortunately, he didn't see Jazz approaching until it was already too late.
"Prowl? I thought you said you'd be out with your friends!"
"Uh… What?" Prowl asked in a confused tone.
"Don't play dumb with me, mister! I can't believe you would do this to me, and with a femme, too? Which team are you on, Prowl?!"
Prowl looked around, quite embarrassed at all the attention that was now being directed his way. "Jazz, go away!" he hissed.
"Oh, I see how it is! You only loved me for the size of my interface cable! How could you lie to me like that?!" he covered his face and started crying.
"Jazz, shut up!" Prowl snarled.
The femme held back a laugh. "Maybe I should go…"
Prowl made no attempt at stopping her. He just glared at Jazz, whose "tears" turned to laughter. "You… are… an… ass!"
"Love ya too, buddy!" Jazz responded as he turned around and walked back to his table where his girlfriend was laughing hysterically.
Prowl then focused his glare on Optimus and Elita, who were doing a poor job of repressing manic laughter.
Jazz sent a transmission to the girl Prowl was talking to. "You can come back now, Nara. Thanks for playing along!"
"Anything for an old friend, Jazz," she replied.
DISCLAIMER: I have no problem with slash... That doesn't change the fact that it's fun to make fun of. xD