mustachette

Standing at the bar with two gentleman sitting alongside. The nearest speaking. The man to his side quiet, looking at his glass as though not listening.
You could always split one part into two. You should be able to get the information more quickly that way. Or use some mirroring, he is saying gently.
It's not speed now, it's what to save and how it makes sense. Can't just throw it all together, and get the numbers to say anything. Lining up the edges of two cocktail napkins, careful though they are both distorted by rings of moisture in the center.
To one side his face remote, on the other curiosity. The second man almost out of view from this perspective, just his hand resting on the wooden top. One knuckled taps, not a loud gesture but making a sound odd enough to draw both sets of eyes. Both look away again quickly.
My friend here can help you with that, if you'd like. He has practice with organizing things that way.
Looking at him now, suddenly understanding that his directly forward facing posture enables him to hear voices on both sides, for both sides to hear what he says. He slides backward as though on rails. The music starts as the second man leans slightly toward her. His mouth making words but not clearly audible. Engrossing her, drawing a very slight nodding that is nearly rocking and could be as much a response to the music alone.
When the space between them is occupied again, she smiles at him and he passes her a card, flat along the surface of the counter rather than directly by hand. The man between them glances at her again, checking her expression as she takes out a small card folder, jots a note on a scrap of paper, puts them both away together.
The front of the club looks like another warehouse except for the tables set on the sidewalk, people standing there outside. The bouncer looks at her standing alone in the dark. One pedestrian female among the ones in groups somehow looking less safe. Still he keeps an eye on her, in cloudy drapes of black poly-fabric, touching the cinder block walls for a moment and recognizing friends.
The pair of them step toward her at the same time, almost as though they are carrying something rigid between them. A nervous smile, uncertain of direction now that they are all standing together. Nodding, shrugging, pulling and handing them the small collection of cards and notes as useful to anyone as to her.