They will both notice that the club isn't carding and that there are people of all ages here. Some bands even brought their children. There were three different lines leading from the dance floor, though the place wasn't quite as crowded as one might have believed.
A Spanish man walked up and down the line, making sure no one was trying to push anyone else out of place, while the three tables were manned by two Caucasian women and one man that seemed to be of Caucasian decent, but the slightly darker tone of his skin could have branded him as Spanish or Italian, possibly even German.
Julian Howard, the man at the table and owner of club, seemed bored with most of the people he was meeting. A few biker types, a pop group, and even a heavy-Goth group all looked the parts they were portraying, but he didn't really get anything from them.
When his eyes on settled on DJ and Pauline, he actually smiled as though he knew them.
"All right. Going to need a contact number, the name of the band, and whoever is leading this outfit, please." he said, sliding a sign-up sheet toward the pair. The guy looked familiar, but the girl, he was certain he'd seen during his week of club crawling in New York. He needed to know what other clubs were doing with their live entertainment so he could do it better.
The sound stage behind Julian was much larger, and the mics and sound equipment were all brand new, top-of-the-line equipment. Anyone who played on Julian's stage would sound amazing.
"I'm sorry." he says, as they look over the information, "have I see you two at another venue?" he smiles, at Pauline in particular.
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