"Heh, of course it does, did you just turn last night? Everyone who's anyone knows about this place," The bartender, a man who appeared in his late forties replied back, laughing slightly which caused the fangs in his mouth to bare for a split second. "What does your, 'friend', here want? Something to drink? Or are you here for our special, which will come later." He added on as he put down the cloth for a moment as he rubbed his beard then folded his arms as he looked at Michael.

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[b]Carson:[/b]

The Englishman smiled as she pulled him close, then let him go, then she slunk over the large fellow by the door. Carson shook his head as he figured out what she was trying to do, it was clever, so he, trying not to mess it up, exited the dance floor and leaned against a wall, near the entrance door, close enough to Trixy and the bouncer that he could hear what they were saying. 

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"We aren't [i]that[/i] kind of club, toots." The very large bouncer replied, folding his large arms. The man stood about 6 and a half feet and was very intimidating. It wasn't certain if he was a vampire, it was possible he was simply a human who just got paid to stand by the door, not giving a rat's ass what happened behind it. 

"The only things back there are the boss' office, employee rooms and private areas, only VIPs and those that work here are allowed back there." He said, reaffirming his stance. The man clearly had some training in the way of resisting being sweet talked. It would be harder than it initially seemed to get past him.