Under the MistletoeJazz put a CD into the player and smiled as the music began to play. Looking around, the sports car nodded in satisfaction.Under the Mistletoe by shozurei
“Music, check. Christmas decorations, check. Snacks, check. Looks like this party is ready to begin!”
Ratchet was the first to enter the room. He paused and looked around.
“It looks like someone threw up Christmas decorations in here,” the old medic commented.
“Looks like someone has a case of the humbugs,” Jazz replied.
Ratchet rolled his optics and shook his head as he went to grab himself a cube.
Jazz chuckled, watching the older mech from behind his visor.
Ratchet grabbed a cube and slowly drank it, enjoying the flavor.
“Like my special holiday blend?” Jazz asked. “It’s got copper and iron in it.”
“It’s better than Bumblebee’s. I know the kid meant well, but it tasted of stale energon and paint thinner,” Ratchet replied.
“That’s probably because it was stale e