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Prowl entered the common room just in time to see Ratchet knock back a shot of energon and gesture to Wheeljack with a gruff "Your turn."
Curious, the tactician walked over to where the two were sitting in a small circle that included Jazz, Bluestreak and the twins. "Excuse me, but what is going on here?" The black and white asked curiously.
"Drinkin' game." Sideswipe answered brightly.
"It's a good 'un too." Jazz added. "Gotta say a tongue twister. Y' mess it up and y' gotta take a drink. Last mech standin' wins, literally."
"Why?" Prowl queried, head tilted slightly to one side.
"We fragged the 'cons this afternoon, we're all off duty and nobody's in Repair." Ratchet said. "Now, you gonna join in or let us get back to our game?" When Prowl moved to turn away, the medic added a sly "Or are you worried we'll beat you?"
If there was one thing that Prowl could not resist, it was a challenge. He nodded and took a chair from one of the other tables and join