Big open warehouse.

You could see it in your mind's eye already: it would be a large open space with a full balcony on three sides that would become the VIP lounge. There would be platforms in a line across the middle of the dancefloor for professional dancers, and a large DJ booth would be set up to loom over a stage at the far end of the hall from the entrance. Two large bars would be set up either side with tables and some seating set up below the VIP balcony. The dancefloor alone would be nearly the size of the biggest bars in the city, and with the VIP space added there would be none in the whole city that could match the size and spectacle of your club.

Throughout the years you had actually worked at most all of the bars in town, which had given you great insight into what it took to run a successful establishment, although your ideas went well beyond anything you had seen before. You would pick and choose the best aspects, then build on those, and the most important aspect to any place with drinking is how you're treated. You knew some people who were either out of work or otherwise would be willing to join up at the drop of a hat, but first you would have to find the right place, then renovate it to your liking. It took you a month from the spark of inspiration first coming to you that your calls to various real estate agencies paid off. One Monday afternoon, just as you were crawling out of bed with a hangover from a "research trip" into the local club, your phone rang. The dull ache in your head and a dry mouth were only made worse by suddenly being **** to talk on the phone.

"Hello?"

"Is this Mr. Allen speaking?" a voice asks on the other end. It's a soft mature female voice that has that alluring kind of twinge which made your mouth even drier. With a quick glance you look at the number on your phone and quirk an eyebrow. You have no idea who this person is, but you hurry into the kitchen to get a glass of water while answering her.

"Yes. This is David Allen."

"Oh, good! I'm Amanda Jones. I heard you were asking around for a warehouse property. One of my colleagues gave me your number, since they don't really handle industrial properties whereas I do. Do you have a moment?" she asks, seeming quite perky. You gulp down some water from a hastily scrounged up glass and clear your now slightly less dry throat.

"Sure. Is there a property you had in mind?" you ask and receive a light laugh from Amanda.

"I have many, but since my colleague says it would be for use as a nightclub, I have two options in particular that might be of interest to you. There is a warehouse close to the downtown area that used to be part of the old train yards, which would be my first option. The second is actually an old factory building closer to the outskirts of town, but still within reasonable driving distance."

The warehouse would allow you to get in on the business of the smaller bars in the downtown area, but the factory building would allow expansion of other services to the surrounding area in the future. For what you have had in mind, the warehouse would certainly be the easier and more straightforward option by far. On the other hand land development around the factory building could be a very lucrative option just the same, even if it took more work.