At Kitty’s urging, Prowl finally decides to take her for a night on the town. He sees a sign for a Blacklight Party. Kitty thinks this is a good idea. Prowl disagrees. He does not own any clothing suitable for a blacklight party.
He orders dinner and watches as Kitty makes a pig of herself. He warns her not to get too fat.
Prowl orders a pitcher of beer. Kitty takes one whif and decides she does not like it.
Prowl orders her something girly instead. Kitty likes the color. She likes the taste, too. Prowl tells her to slow down.
Prowl scales the pitcher of beer. Drinks half. It’s not vodka. It’s not Energon. But it does the job. He looks over at Kitty who is cleaning her whiskers midway through her strawberry margarita. Those damn connections on her paws are so appealing…
Prowl cannot help himself. He grabs Kitty, pushes her against the signage at the edge of the table, and has his way with her. Kitty squeals with delight, but is careful not to tear his insignia anymore.
After they have finished, Kitty drinks the rest of her drink. It is too strong for a kitty. She can’t handle it and passes out next to it.
The waiter, disgruntled by the mess on the signage and the passed out cat on the table, takes the Strawberry Margarita and Beer Pitcher away. They are given a lifetime ban. This doesn’t stop Prowl. But Kitty… Kitty doesn’t feel so good. Prowl looks down at her in disgust. What did he just do??
Prowl grabs her by the cords and drags her away. Stupid Kitty.