Knight on the town {TF!Verse}

"Really, ya shouldn't get so woun' up 'cuz of Sunny." The sleek femme glared at the saboteur Meister across the table.
"Why, thank you for that piece of advise, Jazz. It came twelve cycle too late!" she snarled as she crossed her servos across her chest plate. "The glitch!"
"You should've known what you started." She glared at the tactician next to the grinning Meister, narrowing her optics down to slits. "He is infamous for being a glitch, as you put it so eloquently."
"He's worse than the rumours have it." The lights of the club reflected nicely off her armour, absorbing the pearl black and the flashy lime patches. Her doorwings were strung taught as she canted her helmet to watch past the black and white pair to watch a few of their friends on the dancefloor. She watched the happily dancing minibot that had pulled his two friends onto the dancefloor. Smokescreen was off that night to do something, leaving the remaining three Praxian's of their little group to the club. The talkative Bluestreak was dancing with the smaller yellow and black mech, a bit awkwardly, while giving the inventor Wheeljack pitiful looks. She wanted to see more, but the Meister decided to block her view.
"Prowl, get your bondmate out of my vision" she said, though less bitter than before.
"Cheer up!" the visored mech said, but her attention was not on the spy anymore. Neither was it on the tactician next to him, or the adorable inventor-gunner couple on the dancefloor, or the obvious minibot. Neither was it on the Prime and his bodyguard-annex-lover or the twins and the medic somewhere in the club. No. It was on the aubergine mech that had came in in the companionship of a the golden femme or the cerulean mech. The aubergine one was not as small as the cerulean, who was barely bigger than a minibot. He was less bulky then Ironhide, more like Hot Rod, or the Twins perhaps. His optics were magenta, signalling neutral. Or something like that. Their optics met and she felt her faceplates heat. She looked away, ignoring the grinning saboteur.
"I'm gettin' energon. Anything for you?" she asked.
"Yes, please" Prowl said. Jazz just nodded. The pair made out in the darkness of the club, before wondering where their companion went. She returned a few breems later, with one more contact in her comm. link.