Oh, so she's the noisy drunk. No wonder she doesn't get invited to parties.

That does take a minute to sink in because why the frag would anyone do that?
"Hnf, all that means is you're crazy enough to want to be an Autobot." Which is nearly as gross.

It's no longer a train to Awkwardtown, it's more like a rollercoaster picking up speed. His optics widen, dropping to her crotch, and then back up to her face. She's. Not. Serious, is she?

Maybe she is. He swallows, thickly. "Yeah, you just. You know. Do that. See if I care." And see if you care over there where you can't hear the throb of his engine.