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Heya, toots. Been thinkin' 'bout all our jam sessions an' thought we ought t'take this flirtin' to a whole new level, know what I mean? [He'd wink if he could] So's how 'bout you an' I meet up at the club an' have ourselves a coupla drinks, a few dances, then go back to my place an' bang a gong. Or yers; ain't picky! C'mon, I know a li'l somethin' 'bout Valenteen Day, havin' lived on Earth an' all fer so long. Ain't it a holiday best spent wit' someone you love - or someone ya wanna bang until yer interface circuits get all glitchy an' raw?

By the by, I made ya a li'l somethin-somethin I wanna give to ya when we meet up.

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[Locked to Megatronus]

Heya, boss. Ya mind doin' a li'l bondin' time wit' yer best soldier? [He'd wink if he could]

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[And open to everyone else:]

DON'T COME-A KNOCKIN' 'ROUND MY PLACE T'NIGHT.

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I'm sure you can. [Doesn't even doubt it.] The only music I'll accept would be actual such, however, not the slang.

[Because even if they're not exactly native cybertronian ones, she can understand well enough what he means.]

Oh, really? [She tilts her helm a bit, and despite the incredulous annoyance still flickering along her circuits, Elita is... slightly amused.] I doubt I'll change my mind, but I suppose I can come to the bar and see what this is.

I can play ya actual music, too. I'm mult-tie-talented.

Good! Yer gonna love it, hotlips.

It'd be a step up from the usual... and might be interesting, depending on what it is.

[Elita just gives him a stare at that. Know what she doesn't love? All these "endearments".]

I'll come. [She's walking towards the exit right now actually, and then holds up a finger.] On the condition that you use my actual designation for the duration.

[Can you do that, Frenzy?]

[OH LOOK HE'S BEAMING LIKE SUNSHINE]

Yeaaa! I'll treat ya like a real ladydame, hot lip--Elita~

[She actually makes a very obvious pause in her walking, and then, slooowly lets an upper optic ridge arch.]

Well, I'll let that pass, since you did catch it. [For being annoying, that smile is sort of adorable.] Meet you at the Hub, then.

[Big grin!] See ya there, sweetie!

[And man, Frenzy is there SUPER FAST. Even if he's just a Cassetticon, the little brat can move. His fans are venting heavily as he throws open the door, quickly moving inside, looking for Elita. He clutched his gift in one hand; haha, oh man, if this didn't woo the femme into wantin' to do some dirty dancing, then... Well, IT WOULD, okay?]

[She didn't rush, but of course she arrived before Frenzy... But he bursts through the doors an impressively short time after she arrived, she has to give him that.]

Over here, Frenzy.

[Coming around the decorative wall that surrounded a booth that she'd been partly obscured by, Elita stopped a few steps away, keeping from folding her arms over her chestplates.]

[Frenzy is a gentleman, okay? He arrives on time and when he is late, it is only fashionably so. When he spotted her, his smile widened and he quickly ran on over.]

[Stopped, suddenly, and leaned against that same wall. Lookin' both suave and oily.] Sooooo. C'mere often? [Why rush things!]

[If she knew the defintion of a gentleman, she'd question Frenzy's defintion of the same, because... well. Everything.]

Not more than necessary.

[If answering straight to a question counts as a success, with Elita just slightly arching an upper optic edge, then this smooth-talking is a success.]

You can be impressively fast, I see.

Oh, yea. [Frenzy studies his fingers like he would nails; it's just... He kind of still doesn't know what this gesture means, but he translates it as something "cool"] Well, don'tcha worry yer sweet li'l pink head, baby. I can go reaaaaal slow at... other tings. [HE WISHES HE COULD WINK BUT HIS LEER WILL DO.]

[Before Elita can slap him to the moon, Frenzy quickly whipped out his small mixtape. It's black with red labels--of course. Scribble across the front: FRENZYS SEXY MIX 4 A SEXY LADy. Yes, the 'y' is lowercase so it can fit after writing too big and running out of room.]

What did I say about my name, Frenzy...

[One of these days she's going to flick your nasal ridge, Frenzy. Elita's expression narrows, but she doesn't leave. Or even snap forward to slap him silly.

Instead she eyes Frenzy, then the tape for a moment, and then gets close enough to crouch down to take it.]

Thank you.

[Then, with another brief pause and a somewhat dry stare at the cassette, Elita leans down a bit more, leaning the front of her helm against Frenzy's for a moment before standing up.]

[Frenzy threw up his hands, making a semi-playful defensive "oopsy" face.] Right, right, don't get yer cogs inna jam.

[Things were going great! She took the tape! She said "thank you"! And then she-- Frenzy looked really confused after the little headbutt. His mouth hung open a second, closed.] ... Wazzat? [Now he looked agitated.] Dat ain't no real kiss!

Edited (durhay) 2013-03-08 10:57 (UTC)

[She had to try really hard not to laugh at Frenzy's expression, and probably managed passably well even if her optics glittered with suppressed amusement.]

You were expecting one as a matter of course?

[Elita "thoughtfully" tapped the tape against her cheek, giving Frenzy an arch little look.]

[DON'T LAUGH AT HIS PAIN, WOMAN]

Yea! I mean, c'mon! [He threw open his arms, aggravated] I worked all night on dat tape! The least you's can do is gimme a smooch! [He pointed to his lips - this is where the kiss should go, Elita.]

[SHE'LL LAUGH IF SHE WANTS TO!]

Mmm, I suppose.

[And then she leans down again, a finger underneath his chin to tilt it up but that kiss doesn't go on the lips. No, there's a brief brush of warm, thin metal against Frenzy's cheek and then Elita straightens up again.]

Thank you, Frenzy. I suppose I should see what you put on here.

[AND SHE'LL LEAVE NOW. Just wander out of the door~]

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