Chuckling quietly, Megatron lifted his hand ffrom Orion's left shoulder and stretched it out, as if making a pointing motion before he turned his hand palm up. It was easy to tell why Orion was asking.
"Simple, we go in. Even if the bouncers aren't any that would recognise me, the way is isn't hard... the mechs turned away simply don't have a clue what they're trying to get into." Shrugging, Megatron squeezed the wheel on the shoulder he still had a hand on as he dropped his other hand to Orion's hip.
"They're just out to go clubbing and want to try the place with no queue, or might wonder what the place is like... I know some try repeatedly to get in after being turned away, just out of idiotic stubborness and curiosity," Megatron said with a snort, drumming his fingers against Orion's hip, "the mechs let in are either known, or know to show they know what the club is there for."
Having people who didn't have a clue what would be going on inside wander in wasn't something anyone wanted.
Not just because of possible accidents - even if some lost little light got struck with some revelation, a club being their first exposure wasn't the best of places when they'd have no idea of the rules, and mechs inside would assume at least a base knowledge of said rules.
Of course, there were predators, too. All levels of society had them, which was yet another reason to at least diminish the chance of someone innocent dropping into such a mech's claws. It was bad enough when it happened to someone in the community.
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"Simple, we go in. Even if the bouncers aren't any that would recognise me, the way is isn't hard... the mechs turned away simply don't have a clue what they're trying to get into." Shrugging, Megatron squeezed the wheel on the shoulder he still had a hand on as he dropped his other hand to Orion's hip.
"They're just out to go clubbing and want to try the place with no queue, or might wonder what the place is like... I know some try repeatedly to get in after being turned away, just out of idiotic stubborness and curiosity," Megatron said with a snort, drumming his fingers against Orion's hip, "the mechs let in are either known, or know to show they know what the club is there for."
Having people who didn't have a clue what would be going on inside wander in wasn't something anyone wanted.
Not just because of possible accidents - even if some lost little light got struck with some revelation, a club being their first exposure wasn't the best of places when they'd have no idea of the rules, and mechs inside would assume at least a base knowledge of said rules.
Of course, there were predators, too. All levels of society had them, which was yet another reason to at least diminish the chance of someone innocent dropping into such a mech's claws. It was bad enough when it happened to someone in the community.