Sam watched the guy step out of the cab and mosey on into the club.<i>Damn,</i>he thought,<i>I was hoping to see a nice-looking chick wander in here.  Oh well, at least I'm not alone in this venture.</i>Dropping his cigarette and snuffing it out with a toe, Sam wandered up to the doorman and presented his ID.  Meeting no problem, he promptly waltzed through the door and into a nice looking reception area.<i>Not too bad.  It's inviting without being garish.</i><br/><br/>Wandering about to look at the decor, he made a note to look less....attentive than the other person in the reception area.  With any luck, they'd be greeted first, then him next.  It probably seemed odd to other people, but he had a thing against being the first to do anything.  He always prefered to watch other people, then follow behind them.  Not the best of habits, but he functioned well enough.  Looking around, Sam couldn't help but notice the continuing lack of people.<i>This place must really be new to not have an established crowd yet.</i>