Now the purpose of doing so was that drunkv folks can often hold it together long enough to appear sooner enough at the door to get in, but often give them self away once theyre in, especially when faced with steep stairs. Likewise asshats (straight, gay and anything in between) can behave pleasant to a doorman but then betray their true identity as soon as they think they are safely in the club. We used to get groups of staunch young straight guys trying to get in to "experience" the sights, often this was at the urging of a particular member of the group who was either a little too interested or you could just tell would end up not able to actually handle being hit on by a 6' 3" drag Queen and get punchy.
So, one evening after I'd been working there for a few weeks to gentlemen in their 50's to 60's, both wearing long over coats approached the door and after a brief (and very straight sounding chat with my very straight doorman colleague ) about the rugby matches earlier that night, entered the club. As was now my habit, I turned to watch then walk up the stairs just in time for them to have finished taking off their coats and see basically two shiny white arses, arms and white haired heads float up the dimly lit stairs thanks to the black leather chaps and waistcoats.
The other guy on the door couldn't stop laughing at the look on my face. He knew the guys and exactly what I was going to see when I turned around