Social events and Optimus Prime are like oil and vinegar. Often side by side but usually never mixing, and if they do, it's trying its hardest to separate again. But Shockwave had convinced him to come to this get together. And by not even entering the competition he'd somehow won Prom King. Yeah...you figure that one out. In celebration, there's a small crown that didn't quite fit on his head, so it's looped around one of his giant blue ears for the evening.

This was going to be a long night.

Option 1:

You can find him chaperoning against the wall, making sure that everything is going at least somewhat peacefully--people are having fun, dances are being had. Things like that. Optimus dancing, though? That's asking far too much from the Autobot leader. Not only does he openly claim he has two left feet...

But maybe he just doesn't know how.

Probably a bit of both.

Option 2:

He's standing outside to get some fresh air (you don't breathe, dingus) from all the bustle.

What a party animal.

Ironhide, Optimus needs to talk to you later about finding hobbies. Maybe Shockwave can hook you up with some. But his eyes flick to the soldier, a little ashamed that he'd left without notice. But it doesn't show on his face, and all he gives is a look cast down.

"I just needed some time to myself, is all. It's loud in there."

But he won't say no to Ironhide joining him, as he pats the spot on the wall beside him.

If anything's a constant in his life, it's certainly that Ironhide will be there, and that Ironhide will take the hit as needed. Something Optimus...wishes he could prevent anyway. But there's no stopping life from continuing.

He feels the touch of that shoulder, though, systems immediately relaxing at it. "As good as can be expected. This place is confusing, and I think I need to head out to the outskirts again to talk to the planet."

Ah, yes, talking business was much easier than small talk, and he silently thanks Cyclonus for keeping it that way. His eyes flick to the other before going back out to the dance floor, making sure to be as professional as possible.

"Cyclonus."

A soft greeting, before he continues, to answer the question. "Not recently. Although I've been hoping to make another journey out there once things settle down."

"...That could suffice."

Honestly, he has no plans for after the party, and since Cyclonus is willing, it's best to get it over and done with. "I hope you're at the very least enjoying yourself. If only a little."

BECAUSE THERE'S ONLY ROOM FOR ONE BROODY BRUCE.

Ah yes, Chaperoning did give you quite the responsibility. Although Optimus is adamant that you can do that (and succeed quite well!) from afar. Which is exactly what he's doing when June walks up. Recognizing the voice almost immediately, his attention turns down to her, that grown idly swinging on one of those ears.

Just...don't ask.

But the company is welcome, especially from June. "Seems like I have more in common with him the more we talk." He speaks humourously, eyes flicking a shade brighter at her. "Although I can't say much for my skills in this area. I never know what to say for conversation."

"What."

Way to completely put a dent in that theory, Optimus. He could take some social cues, sure, but he would never imagine that he was an expert at small talk. Although the way she treats it as a compliment is...endearing. June had that way about her. She was sincere, and Optimus could certainly appreciate it. Had he'd met her in his world...maybe things would have gone differently.

Which makes him wonder if she is there. Just...not as aware of the Cybertronian species.

"...Your company's been a pleasure to have as well, June. I think you give me a little more credit than I deserve in the small talk area, but it certainly doesn't seem to be a problem around you." Funnily enough. Then again, his conversations with Spike were just as casual. ...Although he shouldn't be making that comparison. Because there was none.

"Have you been faring well here?"