"Even if you did, I could easily rectify the situation," Megatron said, amusement rolling through his voice as he stepped around Orion while the mech slid aside, leading the way with a twitch of his lips.
For all of Orion's worries, they didn't have any issues getting in at all. Megatron barely looked at the bouncers as he led Orion past them. The only indication there'd been any information exchanged was the slight heavy buzz of a comm. conversation, on an encrypted channel.
Not that that was necessary to get in, but Megatron already knew his way around, so why wouldn't he use it?
Leading them inside, he stepped aside inside of the door, putting him and Orion up against the wall by the entrance to let Orion get his bearings.
The club was loud, but not deafening, the music loud enough to drown out any individual noise and allow for losing oneself in dancing if one wished, but mostly facilitating privacy.
"There's a booth across the floor to the left, following the railing," Megatron said, not actually having to raise his voice much to be heard perfectly well, nodding in the direction indicated.
The club had at least three floors, the bottom one in a subtle six-sided geometry with a round, open floor in the middle currently used for dancing, with a bar to the far right. There were small stages set in alcolves around the wall on the same side of the room as the bar, all of them currently empty. The space to the left was both scattered with tables and boots of various sizes.
The next floor was basically simply a mezzanine, where more tables and booths were, and, even if unseen from below, more of those little alcove stages. Then came a glass-ceiling, cutting off the third, open floor above from the lower ones while still allowing, strangely enough, some insight, both ways.
Technically, beyond the little alcoves - which, really, could've been home in many sort of entertainment venues, even if they might be strange for a club and not one that seemed to be using them for private dancers - the place looked like a normal club, if a bit quieter.
It was probably the mechs present that made it less normal than the look of the club itself.
Beside the tables and booths that were occupied, mechs knelt, optics turned to the floor. Some were being hand fed small energon treats or a cube. In other cases, mechs were holding drinks for those sitting in their seats, feeding them in turn.
Quite a few of those that weren't on the dancefloor but passing by Orion and Megatron for any reason, usually in pairs but sometimes more than that, had two or more of the group led on a leash.
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For all of Orion's worries, they didn't have any issues getting in at all. Megatron barely looked at the bouncers as he led Orion past them. The only indication there'd been any information exchanged was the slight heavy buzz of a comm. conversation, on an encrypted channel.
Not that that was necessary to get in, but Megatron already knew his way around, so why wouldn't he use it?
Leading them inside, he stepped aside inside of the door, putting him and Orion up against the wall by the entrance to let Orion get his bearings.
The club was loud, but not deafening, the music loud enough to drown out any individual noise and allow for losing oneself in dancing if one wished, but mostly facilitating privacy.
"There's a booth across the floor to the left, following the railing," Megatron said, not actually having to raise his voice much to be heard perfectly well, nodding in the direction indicated.
The club had at least three floors, the bottom one in a subtle six-sided geometry with a round, open floor in the middle currently used for dancing, with a bar to the far right. There were small stages set in alcolves around the wall on the same side of the room as the bar, all of them currently empty. The space to the left was both scattered with tables and boots of various sizes.
The next floor was basically simply a mezzanine, where more tables and booths were, and, even if unseen from below, more of those little alcove stages. Then came a glass-ceiling, cutting off the third, open floor above from the lower ones while still allowing, strangely enough, some insight, both ways.
Technically, beyond the little alcoves - which, really, could've been home in many sort of entertainment venues, even if they might be strange for a club and not one that seemed to be using them for private dancers - the place looked like a normal club, if a bit quieter.
It was probably the mechs present that made it less normal than the look of the club itself.
Beside the tables and booths that were occupied, mechs knelt, optics turned to the floor. Some were being hand fed small energon treats or a cube. In other cases, mechs were holding drinks for those sitting in their seats, feeding them in turn.
Quite a few of those that weren't on the dancefloor but passing by Orion and Megatron for any reason, usually in pairs but sometimes more than that, had two or more of the group led on a leash.
Others just sported collars.