Will was there, as usual, in the foyer doing his best to organise the chaos of patrons and boys. He was, however, managing to whittle down the line, sending home those too drunk to be allowed admittance, and directing others towards the boys who had the time to see them.
"Who's next, Gents?" He called, the group in the room now only four strong, including the two well-turned out young men talking together. If they were looking to share a couple of boys there were going to be disappointed this evening. But perhaps if they didn't mind sharing just one, the newbie Harry had said to go easy on, then maybe he could fix them up with something. Will couldn't be sure, of course, if Harry would be too happy with the new lad being fixed up with two young men so soon in his career, but they all had to learn on their feet here. Or on their backs, really. Or knees...
He eyed them carefully, before directing the lone patron down the back-stage corridor. "Enjoy the show, Gents?" He said, having some free moments now for idle chit-chat and smirking at the pair of them, trying to place them on his mental list of regulars. "Sorry 'bout the wait 'n all. Who are you looking for this lovely evening? Separate or...?"