Clubs typically weren't places that Bruce visited, but of course there were a lot of things he was doing lately that weren't his usual activities, and since his arrival in the City, he found himself living a more full life than he had been back where he had come from. He had friends, he actually left his lab once in a while, he had a girlfriend...kind of, and those were all things atypical of him in any other normal place. Since this City was far from normal, however, branching out a little was something Bruce wasn't able to escape. He still held true to most of his routine, he didn't use motor vehicles of any type unless absolutely necessary, he didn't drink, he had never used a weapon until the other night, there were still limits on the things he wouldn't even attempt because they were risky.
This was a little risky, too, but it beat being depressed, and it was some place that Enigma couldn't get into. So the atmosphere was almost appealing to Bruce, even though clubbing wasn't something that he actually did. At all.
He had noticed this place when it had sprung up, so to speak, and really was taking a chance on exploring this odd place. The clientele was definitely out of the ordinary, the usual characters that Bruce didn't really put himself around. But something inside of him prompted him to jump into the line, and slowly, he was approaching the bouncer, whom seemed to be unusual as well. She was a pretty young lady, as opposed to what Bruce pictured actually checking ID's at a club, you know the large, burly bald men. It was a welcome sight, of course, but Bruce wouldn't say anything about it, it wasn't his place.
Usually his attire screamed lab nerd and consisted of khakis and collared shirts, however this evening, strange as it was to begin with, he had managed to stuff himself into some dark wash straight legged jeans, and a green long sleeved shirt that was covered with a light black jacket that zipped and was sans hood, and black shoes. His hands were shoved into the coveniently placed pockets of the jacket, as he stood behind a strange character in line, waiting to see what this club was all about. Of course, he could hear the music flowing into the street from beyond the door, which was only a couple of people in line away from where he was standing, trying not to feel so small and out of place.
Why had he even come here? This wasn't a good idea at all. He would just go in, take a look around for a moment and leave. This wasn't his scene, he didn't even drink. Oh well, he was here now, and he was going to see it out.