Plant might have kept smiling, but upon being recognized by the third gen at such a distance, Jewel bristled. On any regular occasion he would have been thrilled at the prospect of spending time with his two closest friends simultaneously, and ESPECIALLY in such a beautiful place, but this was no ordinary evening. Jewel’s lie was growing by the minute, and he was sure if he didn’t take extreme care to play his cards right, that the house would collapse all around him. Maybe he hadn’t thought this all the way through.
"So that’s what you’ve been hiding behind those glasses!” Jewel teased, giving a small wave to Top with the hand that wasn’t currently being held by Forte. “Is this that ‘normalcore’ fashion I’ve been hearing so much about lately?”
But there was no amount of casual small talk or trying to act natural that could distract from the situation at hand; that he was practically tucked under the SWN’s arm, with the both of them wearing psuedo-matching outfits to a formal event. A REALLY romantic looking sort of formal event.
"Why don’t you go get us some drinks?" Jewel asked his date, withdrawing his arm and giving Forte a pat. "Anything’s fine, you know what I like." he instructed, internally screaming a little as the lie continued to grow, and in front of witnesses no less.
Normally he didn’t like to be touched, but he already gave Plant the privilege to get within three feet of him. He continued to smile pleasantly, taking his friends’ smiles at face value.
Wow Jewel had really weird taste in men, but he was just going to be polite and not say it to his face. Anytime soon. Yet.
No, he didn’t have anything against Forte. In fact the 3rd gen was fortunate enough to not be off of his list of smashed robot masters. He didn’t even know Plant and Forte had any relationship at all. Same for Jewel and Forte, actually. Did they even know eachother?
Oh, right, right! He was supposed to filter his thoughts. Don’t say shitty things even if they’re all he thought about. Time to flash a better smile.
"Why thank you, Jewel!" Unable to help himself he giggled in a not-so-dignified fashion. "Funny you say that, I had to get help with this suit. I mean, I couldn’t just wear anything to Plant’s party." That was Top-speak for ‘I wanted to impress you guys and not look like a loser for once.’ "It’s supposed to be special, I even helped pick out cake! …So you really think I look okay? My face feels rather naked without them."
That was a pretty good save considering he had no idea what the hell normcore even was. All he could think of was the Seinfeld opening playing over and over again. They could make fun of his tastes all they want, but he just wanted to be with other robots from here on out.
As Jewel and Forte exchanged some more, Top stared Plant’s way. Though he kept a warm smile, he kept blinking and trying not to cringe with confusion. Did he walk in on something again? Goddammit.
One of Plant’s sensors blipped in a rather embarrassing public display of the fact that one of his internal systems was not holding up. He checked and noted that his battery was running low, or appeared to be, and pretended nothing happened. Future notifications were set to be silent. He’d last the night.
But this… nonsense was starting to get to him. Forte knew what Jewel liked? Plant barely even knew what Jewel liked…
Rather than say anything he held still, twirling his hair in one finger and flicking his optics around like if he waited long enough one of the two, preferably Jewel, especially since Forte was being sent away, would explain. He’d expected Forte to get Jewel to go with him but not for Jewel to actually be that excited about it.
Distraction. “Top,” he said softly, “have you eaten any of it yet? Let’s have some together, okay?” Casually don’t invite Jewel, that’s right.