Nexus. Black Dog. Wrong turn.

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It's a sunny day in this part of the Nexus. So much so that there's a white and black mech stretched out on the front steps of the Black Dog, his blue optic visor barely letting out any light as he blissfully enjoys the sunrays on his shell. Draped across one of his legs is a black Transformer that looks a bit like a jaguar. The cat-like bot is just as insensate as his living couch.

Past the steps, which have a smaller set running up the side of them for human size-range beings, is a shaded porch, where assorted Transformers lean against the wall or the railing and talk in a mixture of English and different electronic dialects. To one side of the entrance is a bench, and seated here are a couple of tall mechs who look like they could be different versions of the same person with their red and blue colour scheme. The two are talking quietly, the one wearing flames' voice a deep, quiet rumble whereas the shorter one with the big chin and the armor that covers more of his wiring sounds younger.

The inside of the bar is a mystery of shadow, talk, and music, and there's a massive black Malamute with bright blue eyes and neat white paws sitting in the doorway.

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He hasn't even been in the bar yet, does he smell like Scotch already? It's not out of the realm of possibility. Connor hits the bottle a little harder than he should.

"...Good. Do you... work here?" He feels strange asking it, but if he can talk, why not?

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Maybe there's some trace of scent on his sleeve. This dog's nose is stronger than anything of Earth, too.

His tail wags as he nods his head, but then he pauses. "Well, not really work, I guess. My mom owns the Black Dog, and is the boss bartender. But Rhinox usually serves small people like you, 'cause he's littler and can mix the small stuff easier."

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He does wear that coat everywhere. Who knows what kind of smells are on it. Scotch and sword oil and Kai's perfume, smells from the wilderness, city, and Nexus. Connor gets around. There's probably even the scent of Kai's dog, who is smaller than just one of this one's paws.

"Heh. I'm not that small." Compared to his own species, anyway. Somehow he tends to end up fighting even bigger men, though.

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"You're only about as big as me when I'm in my root mode. Well, maybe a little bit shorter." His hand gets nudged in the same way that a normal dog would nudge it, though the nose isn't quite so cold. "Want me to seat you? Do you wanna sit on the bar, or over underneath of Archiva's plant stand in the corner? The bar's more fun, and the drinks come faster when you sit there."

"Whoa," comes from the white and black mech behind Connor on the steps. "Man, did I fall asleep? Ughh, Ravage, you are one heavy cat. Git off my leg so I can go home to Dancer."

"Shut up, Autobot. I'm sleeping," comes the grumbling reply in a very Russian accent.

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Connor's around six feet tall, which isn't short, but he's got a lean build, especially after years of living on the fringes of things. "The bar would be fine, thanks." He pats the giant nose, out of reflex, because he's had dogs before and the gesture is familiar.

The conversation behind him makes him turn his head a little, to make sure of who's doing the talking. All the animals must talk around here.

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"That's just Ravage giving in to his instinct." The dog wags his tail happily. "It's too bad Lumen's asleep, you give good pets." A gentle nose bump. "Follow me, and I'll bring you to the bar, okay?"

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Connor shakes his head, slightly overwhelmed by the bizarre beings. He'll follow the giant talking dog, though, and can't help thinking it would be neat to have one of those at home to ride on. "Thanks..."

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The big beastie does so, wagging his tail in greeting to various members of the varied clientele of bots of all sizes that they pass on the way over to the bar. The beings all seem to be the same race, but the technology of their shells shows several distinct patterns, and their sizes range from a thing the size of a barbie doll that buzzes the black dog and then flies off giggling, to a little purple being about human size who's talking cars with a long-haired young human man, to...

that towering forty foot black behemoth that's sitting smack at the center of the bar and intently doing something on top of it.

"The ladder's over here," says the dog happily, bouncing a bit and showing that despite his size he's still very much a pup. "Do you want me to get one of the drones to lift you up?"

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"No. No, thanks." He's got no problem with heights, or with ladders, but he does have a problem with strange sentient machines lifting him up and carrying him around. He hops up on the ladder though, climbing up a few steps, then pausing to look down at the oversized puppy. "You make a good doorman." He likes kids, even four-footed ones.