Brian made his way down the brightly lit street before him. Wearing a simple pair of jeans and a white t-shirt he joined a line of people waiting to get into the new night club. They had advertised it for week's now, and had anticipated it's opening. He stepped a bit to the side of the line to look down toward's the door. Trying to judge the distance between him and the building, it was a bit hard to tell, but he guessed it wouldn't be much of a wait. The club was well known in some of the other cities around the country, and they were mainly known for there amazing taste in dubstep. He had been a huge fan of it ever since the genre had hit mainstream. He had noted small changes and had actually started the exam project that was due the following week. Looking around once again, he began wondering when his friend's were gonna show up. He reached into his pant's pocket and pulled out his phone, noticing he had a few messages he checked them. Apparently they had shown up earlier and had already gotten in, they also added that they had a table there reserved for their group. He sighed softly to himself and shoved the phone in his pocket. He must have reminded the people behind him of something because suddenly all of them decided they needed to look at something on their phones. He had always noticed that about himself. His action's would all of a sudden trigger some kind of action out of certain people around him. As if he could actually influence that action's and behaviors of others. He had given this subject a thought many times before, but had never actually decided that he would put it to the test, again. He had tried once before and had no result, but then noticed whenever he wasn't trying to do it, or cause a reaction. That the reaction was actually stronger and caused more of an influence on other people's behaviors. Before he knew it the bouncer was before him waiting for his I.D., which he quickly grabbed from his wallet and handed it over quickly to the large man. He then returned it to his wallet and continued inside. As he walked in, he made sure to look around for his friend's, but was quickly drawn in by the music. Instantly he recognized Skrillex's remixed version of Cinema. One of his favorites. He instantly felt at home and relaxed a bit. He continued walking around, mainly taking in the action, but also keeping his eye out for his group of friend's. He still couldn't find them, but he was more interested in the people and the behaviors of those people. He could almost instantly pick out the little cliques in the giant crowd. All the little group's of friend's and fans. A few staff were walking around, mainly waitress's carrying platter's of empty cups and drinks. Every once of them had a large glass of bill's from the tips and for change during transaction's. Brian decided to take a seat at the bar and order a drink, a budweiser and a shot of Jack was what he decided to start out with. While he waited for his drink his eyes climbed to the giant D.j. booth that sat in the middle of the floor. Elevated about five feet from the floor, and a staircase on the side. It was basically a glass box, with a bunch of different types of light boxes and effects lining the border's for added effects. He nodded softly to himself as a smile began pulling at the corner's of his mouth. He definitely knew where he could be found on the weekend's from now on.