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Cryogenic

The Autobot city was more lit up and felt more comfortable than any of the Decepticon cities. Guncraze had connections in most cities, even in Autobot cities, so expenses for shelter for Pyrogenic and I were payed off. Thing was we gave us eons to this, at the most four because gaining trust and getting to the right Autobot would take some time.

Of course, once we got there, the only thing on our processors was vacation. Our Decepticon symbols were covered with a removable piece of metal that didn't look too suspicious. Pyrogenic and I were walking around, admiring the lights and talking to civilians. Honestly, I didn't feel too opted to say anything the Autobots had was disgusting just because I was a Decepticon.

It was actually pretty there, and nighttime was even better. Pyrogenic snapped me out of my thoughts when she nudged my arm and pointed to a bar, and we instantly had the same idea. "Maybe one or two is in there. Having a drink." I say, nodding and heading in. It was even darker in there, dark lights and loud music.

There was even a dance floor with bots dancing to the music on it. It seemed more like a small club than a bar. We sit at a booth, Pyrogenic waving a waiter over and we ordered some high grade energon. Looking around, it took us hours to find something to pick up on before Pyrogenic pointed at two mechs sitting in one booth.

Both had Autobot symbols on them, laughing and drinking together. "Think they're good enough?" She asked. "Looks like we'll find out." I say, standing up after getting our drinks a minute after the waiter gave us the glasses and started walking. Pyrogenic was beside me, "We need to get them away from each other. Take the black and white one?"

"And you take the flame design mech." I nod. Once we got over there, the two mechs looked over at us. "Can we help you?" The black and white one asked. "Yes, we were actually looking for some company." Pyrogenic said. The flame designed mech smiled and moved over, "No problem!" He said. Pyrogenic sat down beside him.

I sat down by the black and white mech. "So, I think we should introduce ourselves. Call me Cryo." I say first. "Call me Pyro." Pyrogenic said. "Cryo and Pyro. Neat names." The black and white one said. "Yea, we're twins!" Pyrogenic said. "Twins huh?" The flame designed mech looked at the black and white one with a look in his optics, much like they just accomplished something.

"I'm Whiplash, he's Heatstroke." The black and white one, Whiplash, said. "I like those names too." I say. Pyrogenic did her work fast as we all talked, and soon she got Heatstroke out of the booth and onto the dance floor. I move into the booth seat in front of Whiplash, "My sister has always been the one to party." I comment, guessing my statement was right. She did seem like a rave kind of femme.

"Same with Heatstroke. He always is complaining about not enough parties back at base." Whiplash chuckled, peaking my interest. "Base? Oh! Your an Autobot fighter! Never took someone so polite to be a fighter." I comment. Truthfully, beside Heatstroke, Whiplash was calm and collected. "I get that a lot." He laughed.

I laughed with him before asking another question. "So, what brings you here?" I ask. "Oh, we were assigned here to watch the activity of crime and a possibility of Decepticon spies or something." He shrugged, sipping at his energon. I nod, though inside I felt uneasy. They were already on the lookout for Decepticons, this might put them on edge.

Obviously not though, I look over and see Heatstroke and Pyrogenic getting along very well. I raise an optic ridge as she turned her back to him and danced too close for comfort to his frame. Though Heatstroke seemed to like it, he even held her hips as they moved. Jeez, guess I was right about the partying side of my sister.

"How long are you here for?" I ask, looking back to Whiplash who seemed not to notice the two. "Don't know, we weren't told just yet." He shrugged. I was always an observer, so my optics scanned around the large room we were in. Bots laughed and drank in booths, danced on the dance floor or just seemed to be relaxing.

I noticed some couples stray toward the wall, which ended up with them making out or such. "I see your a looker." Whiplash said, making me turn my helm back to him. "Excuse me?" I ask, blinking. "What I meant was that you like to watch the happenings around you, go deep into thought." He said, switching the word 'looker' to 'watcher'.

"I do that a lot, sorry if I missed anything you said." I say, smiling apologetically. "Don't worry, I didn't say anything really. Just asked if you have ever been here before." He said, smiling back. "Oh. No, this is our first time here and I love it already. Its really pretty." I say. "I agree with you fully. The lights are really easy on the optics." He said.

"Some of the femmes I see are too." He added. It was probably not directed at me, but I felt my faceplate get warmer anyway. I was about to say something when he spoke first, "I really like your paint job, its nice to look at." He commented. Now my faceplates got even warmer. "Heh, thanks." I say, looking at the almost empty glass in front of me.

When I looked back up he had a smile on his faceplate, more so a grin really. "What?" I asked. "You sounded shy. It was just a small compliment." He said. "Well not a lot of bots compliment me on my paint job. Its just look and go." I say with a small shrug. "Look and go? How does someone with any sense just 'look and go'?" He asked, sounding surprised.

I shrug. "Well that isn't smart. You know its not only your paint job that's nice, I think your whole frame is quite easy on the optics." He said. My faceplates were on fire now. "N-no, I just think you've had too much to drink." I laugh. "No, really. Believe it or not Heatstroke and I watched you two come over here. When you turned to talk to each other we looked away." He explained.

"Heatstroke said both of you looked fine, but he's more into rambunctious femmes and party goers. Me, I like the calm and cool ones. Ones who can notice something around them faster then they can move their own frame." Whiplash said. I'm calm and cool! I thought. Why did I get excited in my processor? I'm supposed to be getting info!

But I couldn't really think about the Decepticon's mission right now. We came for vacation, so its going to be a vacation for the first eons or so. I instinctively look for Pyrogenic, narrowing my optics when I didn't see her. I looked around harder, mostly in the group of dancing Cybertronians when I notice them.

Her and Heatstroke were dancing to the beat, still. It had been like three hours? I noticed Pyrogenic was very comfortable with touching this mech's frame, she danced on him but they were having fun nonetheless. "How long have we been talking?" I asked, turning to Whiplash. He narrowed his optics in thought, "Err... four to five hours. Why?" He asked.

Holy Primus! It had been nighttime already when we had came to the bar, now it had been four to five hours?! Though, in those hours we did learn a lot about each other. I stood, "I'm sorry, but we have to leave. Its probably the next day already and we probably need to recharge." I say. Whiplash stood as well, "Seems reasonable. I suppose Heatstroke and I do need to leave as well." He said.

I nod and shove my way into the dancing horde, grabbing Pyrogenic and pulling her away from Heatstroke. I dragged her off the dance floor so I could talk and hear myself. "We need to leave, its probably the next day." I say to her. "Ugh! But I was having fun!" She whined. "Yea, grinding metal with Heatstroke, I saw. But we need to leave."

"Fine!" She huffed. Heatstroke and Whiplash approached us. "Will we be seeing you fine femmes back here tomorrow?" Heatstroke asked. I was about to say something when Pyrogenic nodded enthusiastically. "You bet, Stroke! No way I could resist another dance with you." She said and Heatstroke smiled.

"Same time?" Whiplash asked, in which I nodded. "Same time." I agreed. "See you then." Heatstroke waved as we left. Once we were out the doors and out of visual range I growl at Pyrogenic. "Stroke?!" I wasn't too happy with her already getting comfortable and calling Heatstroke Stroke. "Yes, Stroke. We are supposed to be gaining trust." Pyrogenic said back as we walked.

"You didn't have to scratch your aft paint on his abdomen." I say. "Hey, I gain trust my own way. You do you and I will do me alright?" She asked. "Fine. Just... Fine." I shake my helm. I locate our building we were staying in, apartments it looked like. Finding our room, we unlocked it after getting the keycard from the front desk and entered.

Of course we only got a one bedroom room, so we had to share a berth which honestly I could care less about. But being slightly irritated at Pyrogenic I turn my toward her to recharge. And then the sleep cuddler she was she moved closer and closer every ten minutes it seemed like before she was pressed against my back plating.

I sigh and turn over, watching the femme curl up to me. I couldn't help but smile, lightly nuzzling the top of her helm with my forehelm and folded my arm around her and closed my optics to get some recharge time.

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Whiplash

As we watched them leave, Heatstroke sighed. "Damn, that Pyro femme can dance." He commented as we paid for our drinks, Cyro's and Pyro's as well because they forgot, and left. "I don't think Cryo found it amusing. That is her sister after all." I say, walking down the sidewalk with him. "You both need to loosen up, let some stress off your gears for once." Heatstroke said.

"You don't know Cryo doesn't like to have fun." I protest. "But I would rather her be more thoughtful and calm anyway, I think it fits her style." I shrug. "Whatever mech, all I know is I think I'm in love." Heatstroke said. I rolled my optics, "Uh-huh." I say with a smile.

"C'mon Whiplash, don't tell me you didn't flirt with Cryo at least once." Heatstroke crossed his arms, looking down at me. Heatstroke was the bigger of us, more intimidating than I was as well. "Well, I guess I did. But most bots flirt, its no big deal." I shrug. "No big deal, he says! I call a load of scrap, Lash." Heatstroke scoffed.

"Alright, I was kind of excited to meet a femme like Cryo but I'm not going to say I'm in love just yet." I shake my helm. "Who knows, maybe two potential mates?" Heatstroke asked. "Slow your gears, Stroke. We met them once." I say. Though I did wonder what the rest of these meeting would bring.