(( okay… I went WELL over the limit in this particular challenge. I tried paring it down a little but it still wouldn’t fit the buffer, so I’m posting it in two parts. ^_^; But this scene just stuck in my head and I just HAD to write it out. 10 Bonus Points to whoever knows/guessed what the Aerialbots are listening to!! :D ))
It was noon, but the usually busy lounge was all but empty… and for a very good reason.
It was harder to say which was more audio-damaging; the music pouring from the speakers, or the added vocals accompanying it.
Currently, Air Raid was belting the lyrics out along with the music, having commandeered the microphone from the karaoke machine. Said device was not on, the music coming from one of their own CDs they’d slipped into the stereo system, and at the moment the F-15 was nearly stomping his way across the room to the beat, swinging one arm wildly. “… Radiooooh… About to bloooooh!
Slingshot, looking none too thrilled with the performance, was sitting back on one of the couches, a just-emptied mug of energon in his hands. “Our AUDIOS are about to blow, `Raid… Would’ja shut up?”
Ignoring the harrier, Air Raid continued to dance around the room, nearly bounding over to the energon dispenser, slinging an arm around Fireflight, who had just finished pouring himself a drink. Fireflight grinned as he leaned in towards his brother, both mouths near the microphone as they belted out the next lyric in unison.
“And some believe… that love is won and some of them go like they’re under the gun!”
Air Raid and Fireflight split apart, then, the black jet still circling the room, dancing with wildly exaggerated motions, while the other spun about on his heel, humming along and swaying to the beat as he sashayed his way to the couches.
Slingshot resisted the urge to chuck his empty mug at the red jet. “Guh. Would you sit down, Fireflight? You look like a fool, swaying like that. Bad enough Air Raid’s embarrassing the slag outta us, but you too? Guess I should be thankful we’re the only ones HERE, so no one sees you two acting like complete idiots.”
Air Raid just laughed and danced out of throwing reach. Fireflight shrugged with a grin on his face as he sat down, looking around the practically empty room as he took a sip. "Where is everyone, anyway? Usually the lounge is buzzing at this time of the day."
Skydive, enjoying the entire show, let out an amused chuckle. "`Raid scared them all out with his falsettos on 'Breath'." He paused, then laughed as he added, “Scared away Silverbolt, too.”
"I think they were heading for the door by the first song," groused Slingshot. "Hey, `Raid! Will ya shut up for one moment? You know you can't sing!"
Mostly oblivious, Air Raid just kept belting out the lyrics at the top of his vocalizer as he danced wildly, smirking as he turned to present his back to his brothers, putting his feet together and waggling his hips in a sterotypically feminine manner in time with the woman’s vocals coming from the speakers.
"Bwah! I did NOT need to see that!"
Fireflight just giggled at Slingshot's discomfort. The more aggressive Aerialbot just sighed and leaned back, staring up at the ceiling as the song wound down. "Thank Primus..." he sighed. Then his optics brightened and he sat up sharply, twisting about to look at Skydive who was sitting closest to the controls of the stereo. "QUICK! Skip the next song!" he urged, his tone desperate.
Silly Aerials part 1
It was noon, but the usually busy lounge was all but empty… and for a very good reason.
It was harder to say which was more audio-damaging; the music pouring from the speakers, or the added vocals accompanying it.
Currently, Air Raid was belting the lyrics out along with the music, having commandeered the microphone from the karaoke machine. Said device was not on, the music coming from one of their own CDs they’d slipped into the stereo system, and at the moment the F-15 was nearly stomping his way across the room to the beat, swinging one arm wildly. “… Radiooooh… About to bloooooh!
Slingshot, looking none too thrilled with the performance, was sitting back on one of the couches, a just-emptied mug of energon in his hands. “Our AUDIOS are about to blow, `Raid… Would’ja shut up?”
Ignoring the harrier, Air Raid continued to dance around the room, nearly bounding over to the energon dispenser, slinging an arm around Fireflight, who had just finished pouring himself a drink. Fireflight grinned as he leaned in towards his brother, both mouths near the microphone as they belted out the next lyric in unison.
“And some believe… that love is won and some of them go like they’re under the gun!”
Air Raid and Fireflight split apart, then, the black jet still circling the room, dancing with wildly exaggerated motions, while the other spun about on his heel, humming along and swaying to the beat as he sashayed his way to the couches.
Slingshot resisted the urge to chuck his empty mug at the red jet. “Guh. Would you sit down, Fireflight? You look like a fool, swaying like that. Bad enough Air Raid’s embarrassing the slag outta us, but you too? Guess I should be thankful we’re the only ones HERE, so no one sees you two acting like complete idiots.”
Air Raid just laughed and danced out of throwing reach. Fireflight shrugged with a grin on his face as he sat down, looking around the practically empty room as he took a sip. "Where is everyone, anyway? Usually the lounge is buzzing at this time of the day."
Skydive, enjoying the entire show, let out an amused chuckle. "`Raid scared them all out with his falsettos on 'Breath'." He paused, then laughed as he added, “Scared away Silverbolt, too.”
"I think they were heading for the door by the first song," groused Slingshot. "Hey, `Raid! Will ya shut up for one moment? You know you can't sing!"
Mostly oblivious, Air Raid just kept belting out the lyrics at the top of his vocalizer as he danced wildly, smirking as he turned to present his back to his brothers, putting his feet together and waggling his hips in a sterotypically feminine manner in time with the woman’s vocals coming from the speakers.
"Bwah! I did NOT need to see that!"
Fireflight just giggled at Slingshot's discomfort. The more aggressive Aerialbot just sighed and leaned back, staring up at the ceiling as the song wound down. "Thank Primus..." he sighed. Then his optics brightened and he sat up sharply, twisting about to look at Skydive who was sitting closest to the controls of the stereo. "QUICK! Skip the next song!" he urged, his tone desperate.