Romeo and Juliet

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'Jeopardy pov.'
"We shouldn't be here! Autobot-Decepticon raves have a 67.99999 percent chance of being busted by the enforcers and Decepticons have a 99.99999 percent chance of being blamed for them. And besides that, if Starscream and Megatron figure out I brought their sparkling here I'm so dead." Neurokill panics. I put a servo on his shoulder and smile down at him.

"Chill. Besides, Soundwave wouldn't let them kill his favorite creation." I say as we walk to the bar. A mech with red eyes hands us two energon cubes and salutes us. I nod and we turn back to the crowd.

"Don't tell Razorbeak that! My sister gets so jealous." He whines.

"Well at least no Autobot will recognize me, my plating is white and purple so it's not like I look like my creators." I mumble as I sip my cube.

"That DJ is so handsome." Neurokill sighs dreamily. The DJ is a short mech with yellow and silver plating and points on his helm. It's almost like he has elf ears.

"Meh. He's okay though." I say tilting my head at a tall mech with blue, orange, and white plating.

"Too bad they're Autobots." Neurokill sighs.

"Yeah...come on." I tell him before grabbing his servo and dragging him closer to the DJ booth.

"What are you doing?!" He hisses.

"The DJ always takes a break after two hours, so he'll be done in a few ticks. I am getting you your dream mech." I tell him stubbornly. I pull out a small container of temporary neon green paint and dip a claw in it before smearing some under his optics. I look him up and down before adding some highlights to his frame.

"I'm doing you a favor. No one's had an all black paint scheme since the war." I tell him. He nods nervously and starts tapping his pedes. I laugh and start to dance. Neurokill looks around before starting to dance too.

"There's my best friend, I was wondering where you were!" I shout as we dance together. I watch the DJ relinquish the booth to someone else and walk down the steps. Right as he passes us I shove Neurokill and he falls into him. The silver and yellow mech helps him up and I walk closer to them.

"Neurokill are you okay? That mech totally shoved you into him." I say as I pretend to be concerned.

"I'm fine Jeopardy" He mutters as the yellow and silver much looks him over.

"Well that's a relief, hate for such a pretty face to get messed up. My names Wasp." The mech says.

"Wasp are you okay?" Oh slag it's the tall dreambot.

"I'm fine Requiem. I was just helping Neurokill here." Wasp purrs. I smirk as Neurokill gets all flustered.

"How about we let Neurokill thank Wasp and I can buy you a cube Requiem." I suggest. Wasp gives me a smile before dragging Neurokill to the VIP section.

"I guess some energon sounds good." Requiem tells me with a smile. Oh Primus he's hot. We go back to the bar and a couple mechs give us weird looks. Even though Autobot-Decepticon raves promote faction mixing no one really does it. The bartender gives me a look and I nod.

"What's that about?" Requiem asks.

"He's making sure I'm okay. Decepticon femmes have a 39% higher chance of being kidnapped than Autobot femmes." I tell him as I take two cubes of high grade from the bartender. I hand one to Requiem and he sips it.

"So your plating. Interesting color for a Decepticon." He ponders as he looks me up and down.

"If you say I'm not like other Decepticons I think I'll purge." I snicker. He laughs and I smile up at him. I love tall mechs but most mechs are around my height or shorter.