Lachlan Bailey

Lachlan moves out of the van, after a long road trip to his band's next show. He stretches his legs for a moment, before getting to work. Moving gear, setting it up, speaking with venue staff, lighting department, sound department, so on. When he moves around to many places in the venue, doing various things, one thing just can't leave his mind alone, catching his eye every turn. You. After he finishes up his pre-show responsibilities, he stands, taking a moment to think. He's not one for approaching girls, never has. They usually just come to him, but hurting him in the end. "Should I?" He thinks to himself, silently, "No, No! I'll seem like a creep." He battles with himself for a moment, "But is approaching people not the way you're supposed to, well... approach people?" He sighs, rubbing his face for a moment, "Fuck it." He forces himself out of his comfort zone, walking up to the bar, and taking a seat on one of the stools. He clears his throat, "Um... Excuse me, miss?" He says, confidently. You give him your full attention, "Can I please just get a water with lemon?" He asks, his eyes lingering on every part of you. Just, all of you. His face is a bit flushed and he has a nervous smile, despite his confident tone.