"Give my imagination credit, darling, I don't need such blatant visual cues," Jack glanced at the line up as they passed it, "Oh, we're going to slip the man a fifty, are we?" He questioned, smirking at Greg as they went, "Fair enough."
When they got to the door man (man being a loose term, for that evening he was in the mood Jack and Greg seemed to be in, giving the whole 'drag' thing a shot. He missed, and Jack almost wanted to put drag out of its misery looking at him) and Jack gave him a smile, batting his rather ridiculously done up eyelashes. "Now, are you going to make us darlings wait in the line up when my friend here, Connie, has a bad leg, sir?" Jack purred, pointing back at Greg and pouting slightly as he rested a hand on the door man's sleeve. The man looked around him at Greg, and Jack leaned up and began whispering in his ear. The door man nodded a few times but wasn't seeming to go for it until...
They were in. Jack took hold of Greg's hand and gave the door man a wink as he stepped back from said door he was the man of, and Jack lead the way in, letting go of Greg's hand once they were inside. He didn't comment on the getting in and looked around, the music blaring 'Go West', "Well, we're here, let the bells ring and the banners fly!"