Sparkle wasn't exactly hugely aware of that shift in manner, since his back was turned, but it was hardly his first time playing up a different role, or even sneaking back into a bar he'd been chased out of. His strides were a little more confident, his own posture was a little better. And he was giving the bouncers an easy smile like he belonged there.

Which, you know, he did. He wasn't the one that had gotten his dumb ass kicked out of the club, Atton.

"Hey guys. Having a good evening?"

The bouncers gave noncommittal grunts as they checked the ID he handed to them, and waved him by.

Your turn, Atton.