John's finished his set, showered away the sweat of performance (along with the touches of make-up he won't admit to wearing on stage), and left jacket and tie in his dressing room. It's late enough that the club's pretty hot, dancefloor full, and he's not missing it.
He catches sight of the man at the table before reaching the bar, and detours. Complete with his best smile shined up for the occasion. "Mr. Olyphant. Didn't see you arrive, sir. Can I get you anything?"