"Famed? Darling, have you ever been to Louisiana? You're a King there." That flirtatious wink was shot towards him once more, as she continued on. "Between Honeyboy Edwards, B.B. King, Lightnin' Hopkins, Big Mama Thornton. The Blues Hall of Fame in Memphis?" Never doubt that Paparazzi didn't know her information. The woman was smart, she might not come off as it, maybe a bit of a flake, but when it came to pop culture, or anything involving celebrities, famous people? Paparazzi knew the facts.
Turning her attention to Heroin, a smile curled on her lips once more, as she nodded. "Darling, I'm surprised you and your family haven't been here yet, we've been open for months now." Paparazzi wasn't surprised the Drug Family hasn't been around, between their own drama, and the fact that Paparazzi didn't make it PUBLIC that this club was open and ready for business. Most of the crowd showed up by word of the mouth. Celebrities just knew about the place, and the stalkerazzi's flocked to this place like moths to a light.
Sliding past them both, she waved a hand over to the couches, hoping they will take a seat. "Well, gentlemen, I'm never one for huge, massive formal meetings. I find them so boring, but I do like getting basics out of the way. Mainly being, this club needs a change of pace for a nice, the whole flashing lights, heavy bass, techno, bump 'n grind thing is getting stale. What better way then to have live music, right? And I'm not talking that Britney Spears, bubblegum pop synthesized stuff, but real hardcore, talented music." Pausing, Paparazzi glanced between the two men, allowing them any input before she would continue on.