Crush All Humanz (2:42:01 AM): *hearing something freaking out after so much drinking generally isn't good. Crusher knows this very well. But, he also knows that he's in slag-if-I-care mode - and that Jeff freaks out a lot all the time - and as such finds only enough energy to reach out and whap whoever's freaking out over the head* 'M STILL SLEEPIN'.....

JazzBabySays (3:48:34 AM): -yelps at the smack, still rather sore after the rough (well, if the scratches, gauges, and other dents in his frame are any indication worthy to go by)...the rough...he can't even bring himself to put thought to it, his panic increasing ten fold. ignoring anything the other has to say, much less want, he grabs him roughly by the chest plating and partially hauls him up, shaking him- WAKE UP YOU BLOATED BAFOON. NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE SLEEPING. NOW IS THE TIME FOR EXPLINATIONS.

Crush All Humanz (2:54:52 AM): *doesn't take kindly to being shaken - also doesn't taking kindly to Blackout being in his room at all. As a result, he raises a fist to sock the other in the jaw... only to wince as pain shoots through it, sending a few warnings flashing. Aaand that triggers a memory bank and that triggers slight panic.* ..................... *stares at Blackout for a long moment, trying to put images and sensations and emotions to this crazy, hysterical, two-ton blender. Logically, he can't, so he has to ask:*

...................WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM....?

JazzBabySays (3:56:57 AM): WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'DOING IN YOUR ROOM'? YOU DON'T KNOW? -his voice is rather shrill and, well, piping emotional for once. he still has a death grip on the other's chest, and in a panic stricken daze notices that parts of it are missing, as are parts of his own, like on his arms...and his shoulders...and even on backwards in some places.-

Crush All Humanz (3:01:30 AM): *frowns at the pitch of the other's voice, wincing slightly as his audio processors yell at him in three different languages.* ...I WAS JUST HOPING YOU WERE IN MY ROOM FOR A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT REASON THAN MY MEMORY BANKS ARE TELLING ME YOU'RE IN HERE FOR. *stares at the other blankly for a minute, processors going "WE TOLD YOU SO" over and over, and can't even begin to think of how this is going to be rectified. No claims of it being "for science" will save him here. So he just stares blankly.* ....YOU DO HAVE EMOTIONS. HUH.

JazzBabySays (4:07:09 AM): -one optic twitches dangerously, his claws gripping Bonecrusher in a tighter grip and nearly starting to bend certain parts of the metal- Your deductions are, indeed, correct. I do have emotions, and I'll show you one of them now. It's astutely titled 'ANGER', and when I channel it...Bad Things Happen. NOW EITHER TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT OR SO HELP ME PRIMUS I'M REDOCRATING THE BASE WITH YOUR SCRAPPED FRAME.

Crush All Humanz (3:11:46 AM): *stares a little more - still needs sleep. Also, he's starting to recall his own list: Big Issues With Interfacing Blackout.* UH. WELL. YOU WERE DRUNK. AS USUAL. AND BRAWL WAS BEING STUPID, AS USUAL. AND SOUNDWAVE WAS BEING WEIRD, AS USUAL. IT WAS ALL... VERY USUAL. *frowns, trying to remember the exact process they went through...* UH. AND THEN YOU SAW A TABLE....... *trails off, looking pointedly at Blackout*

JazzBabySays (4:16:52 AM): -it doesn't take him long to catch on, immediately recalling two instances involving a table and knowing those outcomes very well. The first was quite some time ago, and Starscream and him had long since decided not to relate that horror story to anyone, and one was quite recent in fact, though thankfully that table had broken and prevented too many more embarrassing acts, though apparently this time around he wasn't as fortunate. He's ashamed of himself for doing it, and would deny it to the grave should this moment in time be related to anyone else, but he...paused, and even went so far as to whisper- And?

Crush All Humanz (3:21:58 AM): *wants to move Blackout's hands very badly, but refrains simply because contact would... not be good at the moment. He doesn't want to - well, no, he does want to make Blackout squirm, but he isn't a jerk. Usually. So he allows his voice to drop a few registers, ensuring there will be no immediate overhearing.* You... kind of got carried away. ....Really carried away. You kind of fell. And you may of kind of fell on to me.

JazzBabySays (4:29:09 AM): -can feel his circuits start frying in another oncoming bout of panic, but puts up his best defenses, wanting to hear it come from Bonecrusher first before he runs screaming for the hills- Out with it already! What. Happened?

Crush All Humanz (3:32:39 AM): *frowns, because there's really quite of bit of information to be digested... but he's also tired and therefore not too great with coherent summing up.* You... fell on me. And... one thing led to another... *scans his memory banks - ohh yeah, one thing, to another, to another, to - don't need to remember that right now...* ...And, well. You kind of sorta instigated some interfacing.

Crush All Humanz (3:37:03 AM): *shifts back and sinks into his berth, going for "non-threatening-Crusher" mode.* ...Blackout? *raises hand to his shoulder* ....Don't freak out on me.

JazzBabySays (4:36:39 AM): DON'T TOUCH ME -cries out, letting the other go, not that he could have held on much longer anyway with all his shaking, don'tcha know, and scoots as far away as possible-

Crush All Humanz (3:39:20 AM): *quickly pulls both hands back and keeps down in his berth, pulling his legs up to make himself take up as little room as possible - more ways for the other to get space between them.* Sorry, sorry! ... *looks genuinely - if a little reluctantly - worried* ....What... You aren't honestly really a virgin like Sides was saying, are you?

JazzBabySays (4:48:08 AM): -has himself pressed up as firmly against the opposite wall as physically possible, still looking ready to snap, legs drawn up. he's muttering something in that almost shrill voice again, it sounding almost like 'not again' being said over and over-

Crush All Humanz (3:52:34 AM): *frowns at Blackout and doesn't quite lean forward so much as he shifts so he's not a direct threat to the other* Hey. Hey. I know it's a bad thing to sleep with me and all, but seriously. What's wrong? *feels his processors twitch in guilt - a far greater amount than what he felt after the S7 incident* Simple mortification wouldn't freak you out this much.

JazzBabySays (5:01:12 AM): -is eventually brought out of his strange reclusion by the sound of the other's voice, but he doesn't look at him right away- How far did it go? Did...did we bond? -there, he finally said it. it's in that high pitched, obviously stressed and going slowly out of his mind voice, but he had the guts to go through with it. he might not have any of that spirit left to check for himself, the casing on his spark quadruple latched and his sensors offlined near that area, not able to face it if there's another presence there...not again. please, never again-

Crush All Humanz (4:04:59 AM): ........*frowns, trying to think, more of what to say than the actual answer. The answer is easy enough, but the delivery - now that's the hard part* .......Look. I've never bonded with anyone. So........ I wouldn't know. I don't know. *quietly* I'm sorry.

JazzBabySays (5:15:28 AM): -winces, though whether it's because of him being Bonecrusher's possibly first bonded (couldn't be, why would he feel bad for taking that away from anyone?) or at the still not knowing (not that he's checking himself or anything, something he knows how to do and could either make or break him now) it can't be confirmed.- I...-sighs, slumping slightly, looking worn thin-

Crush All Humanz (4:21:05 AM): *knows very well it's a bad idea, but he leans forward anyway, not trying to get in Blackout's face - just trying to get a little close.* Look... nobody I've been with has been this bent outta shape over it. And, uh... *fidgets - comforting isn't really his style* I didn't mean for... It wasn't... um. *is officially at a loss for words*

JazzBabySays (5:28:05 AM): ... -can already sense that this is a bad road to follow, but can't really find it within himself to care much about it, either. Bonecrusher has pretty much already seen every part of him at this point, so what does it matter?- Yesterday...when you asked me about...him, my...the one I used to be connected to. Did...do you really want to know? -yeah, he's so going there, but you didn't think he was sober enough to remember you asking that, did you. well, he was, so hah-

Crush All Humanz (4:32:33 AM): *frowns, shifting a little more into a less submissive, more neutral position* ....When I was asking... it was more out of the urge to see you pissed off... but, yeah. Yeah, I did. Do. Still do. *growls at himself, remembering being a pretty big aft over that whole incident*

JazzBabySays (5:45:40 AM): We...met at the academy. It was during that time when the war was known to be coming and factions existed, but unless you were strictly in either force it didn't matter. Mechs were still just mechs back then, not colors of either purple or red. Our final year together...was rather eventful, to say the least. I both gained and lost him all at once. We bonded, but...our ideals were too different. After our graduation he went off to join Optimus Prime to be an Autobot, and I...obviously followed Megatron's footsteps and joined his Decepticon ranks. -is somehow managing to recite this without his voice cracking....yet, or wavering...yet...-

JazzBabySays (6:01:15 AM): For awhile it was bearable. I...could still feel him, that though I could not be near him in body, I knew that in spirit at least he was still out there. A lot of time passed, until I was ordered to head an attack near one of the dark sides of Cybertron. The conflict was small in comparison to those in the past, but many perished. I felt him then, somewhere...out there. By the time I found him, his damages were too severe, though Primus believe me that I tried to save him. But, as I kneeled down to start what repairs, any repairs I could...-at last pauses, obviously in pain- He raised his weapon against me. ME. His BONDED. He would have rather fought against the one he'd sworn to spend the rest of his existence with, to vanquish his sparkmate...rather than stand being in a world where I existed.

JazzBabySays (6:08:41 AM): -then, straight faced without flinching- I killed him then. Right there, without hesitation. To this day I cannot discern whether I did it out of mercy for his already failing frame, or...because... -sighs, breathes deeply- I...don't know if I could ever handle being bonded again. It's...everyone here idolizes it, sees it as such a beautiful thing. No one understands the darker parts of what it implies.

Crush All Humanz (5:16:42 AM): *his frown has been deepening, and it's now more of a scowl - he dissects the information given to him and first notes that he doesn't think he feels any close kind of bond - well, over what's already transpired. Then he notes how much calmer Blackout seems, and tries to decide whether or not that's good or bad.* ........Well, it.... For one, I'm not like the slaggers around here and don't see anything special about sharing slaggin' sparks. For two... It doesn't feel like anything you just described. And for three.......... Are you alright?

JazzBabySays (6:19:46 AM): -finally seems to have some life come back in him, perking up at Bonecrusher's admittance. he wasn't so naive as to be hopeful or some such Autobot reasoning, but...- I'm still functioning, if that's what you mean. Though these dents you left in me are going to take breems to mold out. -frowns slightly, eyeing a couple of them-

Crush All Humanz (5:23:07 AM): *snorts in mixed amusement and annoyance* They're tiny. I could have done worse. I have done worse. *eyes Blackout suspiciously - he's not quite buying this casual disregard* I don't know if you're going to hit me or not.

JazzBabySays (6:23:45 AM): I should hit you for your pursuing the venture that you did, since you were obviously sober enough to remember it, much...less...-stares, optics narrowing- Why did you do it.

Crush All Humanz (5:27:26 AM): *winces, because yeah, he was drunk, but no he wasn't that drunk at the time. He could have been worse.* ....I said no. But then you pushed, and pushed, and... *tries to cover up his pleasant shudder at the memory* ....Let's face it, Blackout... It's been a long time.

JazzBabySays (6:28:06 AM): ...I suppose in a round about way I should be flattered that I'm your desperate attempts at a rebound. -said dryly, but not too sarcastly, a rather uncommon feet for him-

Crush All Humanz (5:33:08 AM): *winces suddenly* .........Uh. Oh, right. Dewbot. *feels even worse now, especially since he reassured the little bot nothing was going on and was believed....* It's... Weird thing is, with him and me - never... really formally met. Me being at the bottom of the ocean and him being in Mission City and all.

JazzBabySays (6:35:14 AM): ...-optics flicker slightly at that, rather taken back by it- I see... I wasn't...very aware of that fact. Obviously. Um...-realizes he's stuttering, and quickly tries to compose himself, though at this point it appears to be a rather lost cause- My....apologies, then. I suppose this complicates things...in that respect.

Crush All Humanz (5:40:13 AM): *chuckles hoarsely, looking anywhere but the other mech* Nah. No big deal. I'll worry about that when I worry about it. *frowns deeply, looking... pretty put out. Annoyed and guilty and mildly upset all in one.* ....Not like I see him all that often. Oh well. *glances up at Blackout after a moment* I wouldn't have done anything if I'd known what the fallout would be. Didn't mean to freak you out. *another laugh, a little bitter* Then again, wakin' up next to an owl probably does that to you.

JazzBabySays (6:46:27 AM): He generally does seem to care about you. I'm sure...this is but a minor setback in all of that. And...-scrunches his face up slightly in thought, in an admittedly rather cute way, seeing as he doesn't do it in front of others far too often- as much as I'd love to lay blame on you, this isn't...entirely your fault. You may have dragged me to that party, but I chose to drink, and interfacing is quite the two way street. Blast it all that I can't remember a bit of it. And...being an owl isn't such a terrible thing. They are quite the regal birds of prey, if you think about it. -can't even begin to believe he's saying all this-

Crush All Humanz (5:51:51 AM): *smirks at Blackout's attempt at a compliment* Yeah. Regal, that's me in a nutshell. Nice try, Blender. *notices his face and laughs a little now, casually* Cute. *withholds his comments about the other's dancing skills... much less the interfacing - at least for now.*

JazzBabySays (6:54:42 AM): -looks away slightly, really feeling out of his element. he's unused to being around anyone save Scorponok, and after all these vorns of being around Bonecrusher only now to...ergh. why hasn't Primus shot him down yet or Unicron consumed him? now would be the right time for it- What...is it we do now?

Crush All Humanz (5:58:16 AM): *shrugs* That's generally what happens. I don't exactly sleep around with mechs who normally won't give me the time of day. *smirks* Besides, you weren't even remotely close to half bad.

Crush All Humanz (6:05:08 AM): *rolls his optics, reaching over and running a clawed finger along the place on Blackout's neck that he had been practically chewing on earlier* Uh huh. Charming and regal - you really don't know me at all, do you?

JazzBabySays (7:11:34 AM): -can't stop the shudder he makes as a sharp thrill spans out from the wound, though he hardly does it out of nervousness or distaste. surprisingly...the pain wasn't too unwelcoming. he reaches out with a hand though, taking Bonecrusher's in his and pushing it away slightly, but doesn't let go- I suppose I do not...but that can be remedied.

Crush All Humanz (6:15:58 AM): *grins now, giving Blackout's hand a firm squeeze* Is that an invitation, beautiful? *carefully sidesteps calling him "baby" - they had made a deal, after all*

Crush All Humanz (6:19:24 AM): *frowns thoughtfully* I don't know. I don't normally sweet talk - it's more like "pounce, ravage, drink"... and repeat. *looks at Blackout carefully* Do you like being sweet talked?

JazzBabySays (7:24:19 AM): That was a repartee, you big oaf. -said rather lightly, so as not to be taken totally as offensive- If all of what you've said is your idea of sweet talking, then there's a more dire problem than I'd originally assumed. -tentatively grips his hand back- Besides, that...'pounce, ravage and drink' idea of yours sounds far more appealing. Sweet talking is such an Autobot thing.

Crush All Humanz (6:30:51 AM): *uses his grip on Blackout's hand to yank the other forward, leaning in near face-to-face with him, other hand coming up to mess with the other's armored chest, almost idly* Talking in general is overrated. Now, I have the stamina - do you? 'Cos I hate it when they pass out on me.

JazzBabySays (7:36:58 AM): -shamelessly removes the last of the space between them, his forehead resting against his and their lips nearly brushing- For once we seem to be in agreement. The energon seems to have worn off and I've had a couple hours recharge, I should be able to go at for two at the very least. I only hope you can keep up. -practically sidles into his lap, his freehand sliding up the other's arm to his shoulder-

Crush All Humanz (6:43:53 AM): *grunts a little, dropping both hands onto the other's waist and squeezing slightly; he grins quite easily* Oh, I like agreeing with you. Much more satisfying, it seems to me. *-and attacks Blackout's mouth with his own, nails digging into armor as he fumbles to unlatch it, beating himself up for putting it on backwards*

JazzBabySays (7:48:30 AM): Mmm...agreeed...-it comes out more like a breathy purr than a word, responding to the kiss with equal fervor. his tongue isn't just talented at making harsh comebacks or sucking up to Lord Megatron... he lowers his hands to be on top of Bonecrusher's, guiding them to more easily, and pointedly more swiftly, remove what armor had been replaced-

Crush All Humanz (6:54:28 AM): *is absolutely loving that tongue right about now - ready to take back anything bad he might've ever said about it. He unlatches the armor and tries to slowly pull it away, though it scrapes a little harshly against his chestplate, and runs his hands roughly across bare metal, looking for previous dents to manipulate.*

JazzBabySays (7:58:42 AM): -his intakes sputter at every grope and caress, especially on any marks left from their previous attempt at this, the pain a stark reminder of what had been erased due to overconsumption of energon on his part. while he's occupied doing that Blackout makes slim pickings of the other's own armor, discarding it in much the same, sensual way as he'd done before-

Crush All Humanz (7:04:59 AM): *grins at Blackout's slow removal of his armor, but passes up saying something to instead slide one hand around to shamelessly grope his aft, the other digging sharp nails into metal and wiring, plucking at some wires but not snapping them. He's going to test all Blackout's pain receptors if he has to, to get a good bearing on what makes the copter squirm*