On the door...

The night was humid but nice as Darren stood outside the main doors of the Gilded Lily, just as his shift starting as a small group gather to gain entrance. Wearing a navy shirt and black pinstripes, Darren looked the part of professional doorman and made extra sure he kept his eye out for any trouble.

He also had an ulterior motive: to see if he could notice the small tell-tale signs of the Kindred that Aura had shown him. If he wanted to integrate into her world more, then he would need to understand it.

"Yes sir, no concerns at the moment." He smiles to his boss and , since the queue had died down, decides to get to know his new employer more.

"So, Mr. Carpenter, what do you think of the club? We haven't really had a chance to chat."

"Honestly sir?" He shrugs and smiles. "Its a little out of my league but I understand what you're saying; a place above and beyond mind-numbing bass and disco balls," he chuckles, crossing his arms across his muscular chest and glances down the queue to check.

Looking back at Martin, he asks, "Sir, do you mind if I ask you a question regarding the old manager?"

Darren nods. "Why was Neil replaced? The first I heard of it was when I met you for the first time. Not that its any of my business, was just wondering," he quickly adds.

"No worries, sir, just being nosy," he laughs.

Darren turns his attention back to the crowd outside, waiting to gain entrance and he smiles at a couple of ladies waiting.

Unhooking the velvet rope and letting them through, he says, "Here you are, girls. Have a good night."