half-ass and you'll get K.O.'d
transformers ;; hotlock ;; wc: 367 ;; humanformers. the drug smuggling episode kinda.
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Deadlock groaned in frustration. "Let me get this straight." He pointed at Hot Rod. "You." Then to himself. "Want me. To drive you to buy weed. Off an internet friend."
Hot Rod scoffed. "He's not just an internet friend. I've known Percy and Stormy for years." Which was only half a lie- he'd known Perceptor for years, yes, they'd graduated from high school together, but he did meet Brainstorm online. He'd only even found out that Brainstorm was dating his high school friend pretty recently. Perceptor was always trustworthy, though, so it'd probably be fine.
Deadlock grit his teeth. "They're out of state. You want me to help you smuggle drugs, is what's happening." He seemed to grow angrier at his own insinuation. "You know I'm done with that."
Now it was Hot Rod's turn to groan. "It's not that serious."
"Find someone else," Deadlock spat, "no fucking way am I helping. I'm done with jail."
Hot Rod huffed. "Fine! No, yeah, tooootally fine." He pulled out his cellphone. "I'll just ask Springer, or Blurr. I'm sure they'd be willing to help."
Deadlock already knew what Hot Rod was doing. "You can ask someone who isn't your fucking ex," he growled.
"Really?" Hot Rod asked, putting on his I'm a dumb bimbo trust me voice. "Well, let's see, who can I ask. There's Ratch, our doctor, Arcee, who also lives in a different state, and Kup. Should I ask my dad to drive me to get weed, Locky?" When Deadlock didn't respond, Hot Rod scoffed. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Pretty sure Springer is free, I'll ask him. Not like I can't pay him back."
"Fucking christ," Deadlock hissed, "fine. Fine. I'll drive you. Fuck."
Hot Rod smirked. "Great! We need to get there by seven."
Deadlock looked at the clock- two PM. If they wanted to get there on time, they'd need to get their shit together and leave now. "You have ten minutes to grab whatever drinks and snacks and whatever that you want. If you can't get your shit together by then, I'm taking you tomorrow."
Hot Rod threw his arms around the taller's neck. "You're the best."
"Whatever, whatever! Just get your shit!"