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It had been an admittedly strange situation they had all been in - shopping mall, zombies, black outs - it was like a horror film gone wrong.

No one had any explanation for their sudden appearance in the mall, nor did anyone have an explanation for their sudden disappearance from the mall. Just as no one had an explanation for the blue Chevrolet Volt currently parked outside of B.A.B.E.L. headquarters.

For his own part, Jolt was doing what Autobots did best (aside from kicking Decepticon skidplate), and that was hiding in plain sight. Asphalt and sunshine, he decided, were preferable to zombie-laden carpet and the near-darkness of a mall without power. He just didn't like having to wait while Naomi was inside - no doubt trying to explain where the frag she'd been all this time. Jolt'd had a similar problem relaying his whereabouts to - of all mechs - Ratchet. (No doubt the medic thought he was glitched for insisting he'd been fighting off zombies all this time.) But, after much instance, and pleading for Optimus' permission, Jolt was allowed to stay with Naomi for the time being.

The Autobot sighed inwardly. He was still waiting, and he still hated it.

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"... He really is going to spend the rest of the day simmering," the girl commented, giving the hologram a sideways glance. "You probably shouldn't encourage him."

"...Oops?" he tried his best to look apologetic, but somehow the smile that kept creeping back onto his face ruined the effect. So, time for a subject change. "Where to first?"

She rolled her eyes, muttering something about the strangeness of males, but obligingly consulted her guide. "Let's see... there are two relatively close by, but in opposite directions. Sakura Kiss to the east, Kaminari to the west."

Jolt shrugged. He really didn't have a preference, but if they were looking for a date for someone, he supposed a place with "kiss" in the name was a good place to start. "East first? Then make our way west?"

"Sounds like a plan." Naomi flashed him a smile, neatly folding up the guide. "We'll just have to hope that we're just as good at matchmaking as we are at working together at everything else." Not that she couldn't be charming and convincing when she wanted to be (and even when she didn't realize it), but thwarting bad deeds was a lot easier than convincing some poor soul to date Tanizaki.

There had to be someone out there for Tanizaki, right? Albeit, they probably had to be a very, very... special someone, but they were out there. Somewhere.

The bar was easy enough to spot, and the Volt pulled up in front. As with anything, practice made perfect, and in the time he'd spent with Naomi, Jolt had improved upon the range and time in which he could use his hard-light hologram. This of course meant he had every intention of going in with her. They were in this together. As a team. And no way in hell was he going to let her go bar-hopping while he waited outside.

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She had to admit, she'd entertained the thought of having Jolt stay behind-- for his own benefit, of course, since she'd seen the kinds of stares the unsuspecting female personnel at B.A.B.E.L. gave his hologram. Walking into a bar filled with flirtatious women with someone of his appearance in tow was just asking for trouble.

Still, there was no way Naomi could leave her partner behind, and having a handsome guy with her was bound to leave the ladies a little more receptive to conversation.

"Okay..." Unbuckling herself, she slid out and stretched. "Are you ready?"

There was brief pause from Jolt and his hologram shimmered, signaling its transition into solidity. He nodded. "Ready."

The doors unlocked and swung open obligingly. This was going to be quite the little test for his holo, but he didn't want to think about that.

Naomi didn't want to think about it, either. If worse came to worst, she could just insist that it was a Hypno effect but, as she had no idea how the bargoers would react to high-level espers, it was better to just hope that nothing went wrong.

She gave him a brief nod, just before she entered the bar.

... And inadvertently took a step back when she realized just how crowded it was. There were candidates, sure, but going through all of them could take the whole day!

Really, Jolt had enough faith in his acting abilities, and the fact that everyone in the bar was just a little blitzed, that he could cover any slip-ups. He just hoped he wouldn't have to.

Jolt's eyebrows rose at the sight of the crowd. "Whoa," was all he managed.

"... We'll just have to begin somewhere." Somewhat taken aback, but no less determined, a resolute Naomi weaved her way through the throng, zeroing in on a group of amiably chattering women.

Unfortunately, her quick movements had several more females glancing in her direction-- and quickly looking from her to her more attractive companion. Eyebrows rose, lips twisted in elegant and interested smirks, and whispering began.

The poor Autobot.

For his own part, Jolt was far too busy trying to weave his way through the people to notice the looks he was garnering. He really should have run his holo through a couple of obstacle courses in preparation for this- but Jolt was nothing if not adaptable, and found his groove eventually. He moved with a little less awkwardness, and little more confidence and-

Oh, why were there people looking at him?

Women were cunning creatures, always knowing when it was best to stay away, and when the time was right to strike. For Naomi, this knowledge applied almost solely to missions. For the women of the bar, this was a mission. Thus they kept an eye on both newcomers until the dark-haired girl was spotted in deep and animated conversation with another group, thus too busy to notice the lionesses were moving in for the kill.

And thus Jolt was subjected to the attention of three curvaceous women, all of whom were reasonable enough not to eye him like a piece of meat.

Mostly.

"We don't get too many boys down here," one of them murmured, pausing to sip from her glass. "And a foreigner, at that. Were you looking for some company?"

The interesting thing about Cybertronians was that femmes were few and far between, and what with all the different shapes and sizes they could come in, there really weren't conventional standards for "attractive". So while he may very well have been eyed like a piece of meat, he didn't return the gesture.

"Who, me?" If he'd possessed an ounce of sense, Jolt could have very well pretended he didn't speak the language. But as it stood, the responded in perfect Japanese- being able to download and understand any language available to him was both a blessing and a curse.

"Of course you!" Far from being surprised at his grasp of the language, this only piqued the women's interest further. "In case you haven't noticed, we don't get a lot of... lookers who come here that often. The least we can do is offer you a drink and some companionship-- we Japanese value our hospitality, after all."

It really was a good thing (for them) that Naomi had yet to notice what they were doing. She might not have taken very kindly to it.

Jolt was at a total loss. A group of Decepticons were no problem, no problem whatsoever. A group of human females were one big problem. "Er... I don't drink. Sorry." His gaze snapped to Naomi and he tried his best to will her to look his way.

It was one thing to pretend to be a car for the sake of escaping notice. It was another thing entirely to pretend to be a human. An apparently attractive human at that.

There was a moment when Naomi started to glance his way, obviously curious as to how her friend was coping with the environment-- but then one of the other women asked her something, and she brightened and launched into a very chipper description of her supervisor's good traits (very wisely leaving out any obsession with his oldest subordinate).

"You came to a bar, but not to drink. That sounds like you're looking for fun to me." The woman propped a hand on her hip, following Jolt's gaze and quirking an eyebrow. "... Unless you just came here with your girlfriend?"

Girlfriend. Yes. Thank Primus for small favors, because that cover would never have occurred to him on his own. "I'm afraid so," he replied, easing, but only slightly slightly in case these women weren't the type to let a little thing like a girlfriend get in their way. "Sorry ladies, I'm taken."

He took that opportunity to excuse himself and made a beeline for Naomi.

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"... Thank you, I'll make sure he calls you before the weekend," Naomi was saying, pocketing three slips of paper while Jolt's jilted prospects gazed after him with envious eyes.

Completely oblivious to what had just transpired, the esper turned around-- and nearly collided with the hologram. It was almost personal space and then a fall, but she backstepped just in time to catch herself.

"I'm sorry-- did I keep you waiting?"

"Whoa-" On impulse, Jolt reached out to catch her, but she made it apparent that she didn't need catching, so he backed off. "Naomi," he said, opting instead to lean in so he could talk without being overheard. "Are all human females this scary?" As if to punctuate his point, he cast his gaze back to the three women, who were no doubt still looking put off.

Glancing in that general direction, the girl's puzzled expression cleared almost immediately. Of course-- the poor thing had been thrown to the wolves and survived, but there was no denying that it was a horrifying experience.

Maybe not for most men, she amended, but Jolt wasn't a man.

"Only the ones who like you," she whispered back, leaning in closer. "And you don't think I'm scary, right?"

Jolt quickly averted his gaze, because really, he didn't want to get caught looking at them. Not after ditching them like he did.

"Only when you're angry," he replied, smiling a little. "I... uh. Told them you're my girlfriend."

"... You what?" Naomi was always the flustered maiden when it came to anything romantically implied on her end (not counting supervisors and she was fearless when it came to garnering him female attention), and she automatically blushed-- much to her annoyance.

"Couldn't you have picked a better..." She trailed off, getting the distinct feeling that she was being glared at-- and indeed, all three of the slighted women were now staring at her as though killing her was better than she deserved.

Jolt was a mite distracted to notice or care that Naomi was steadily turning red, and he thought it would be best if they got out of there while they could. Deciding to forgo an explanation for the moment, he seized Naomi by the shoulders and guided her towards the door and out, where the hologram slumped against the hood of the car with a sigh.

"Sorry. They just- kept going on about drinks and companionship, and one of them asked if you were my girlfriend so I took it and ran."

"Honestly..." She rubbed her forehead, sighing just as heavily as her companion had. "I guess you did what you had to, but this might be a problem if the same thing keeps happening at every bar. Are you sure you don't want to just stay outside?"

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