Prowl rubbed his forehead, staring blankly at the datapads that were scattered across his desk.

Another late night, another headache.

He huffed, picking up one of the datapads and setting it down before him. He had to force his optics to stay open or else he'd fall asleep at his desk again like before.

He jumped when the door to his office opened and he fell out of his chair, groaning in annoyance. He turned his head and looked at the entrance, seeing Jazz standing in the doorway trying not to laugh. He grumbled something under his breath and pushed himself up, shaking his head. "What now, Jazz?" He mumbled, glancing at the Polyhexian with dull optics.

"Sorry about scarin' ya, Prowler. It's a late night and I just... wanted to ask if you wanted to come get a drink with me." Jazz replied, a bright smile on his face.

Prowl couldn't help but smile slightly at the look on Jazz's face, but the smile faded as soon as it appeared. He sighed, rubbing his optics. "I've got to finish this work..."

"Prowl, you're obviously exhausted and overwhelmed. You need a break." Jazz said, his tone a bit stern now. He crossed his arms over his chassis, cocking one of his hips out.

Prowl groaned and flattened his doorwings, counting to ten in his head and calming down before speaking again. "Alright.... Fine.." he mumbled.

"Aw yeah! C'mon, Prowler!" Jazz said cheerfully, taking Prowl by the hand and pulling him out into the hall.

Prowl sighed, following Jazz down the hall and trying not to trip. 'Maybe I do need a break every once and a while...' he thought, allowing the small smile to return as he followed the cheerful mech down the hall towards the lounge.