<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Stephen%20Rains/4bd48e26-2a62-4730-9e06-d4132a33750c_zpsc15ee5ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zach Evans<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parker Commons Lawn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Eiryn, Isis, open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Yay talking<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pirate (http://www.halloweencostumes.com/mens-cutthroat-pirate-costume.html)<br/><hr/><br/>If there was one thing Zach liked about Molly, she was quick. The bar was getting swarmed, but she kept the drinks coming. With his cup back in his hand, he lifted it to his lips, but he didn't get much further than that before he sensed someone's approaching presence--no, scratch that; two people, he saw, when he turned halfway around. He looked between them, not bothering to hide his curiosity. They were by that badass cake a moment ago, and maybe he and goth girl exchanged nods, but he didn't think that meant "stalk my ass to the bar."<br/><br/>Goth Girl spoke first. She almost confused him until she dropped that word:<em>band</em>. He tried to mask the mild surprise. "That's right. Last month." Eminent was still a fledgling, so it still felt odd receiving recognition, especially from a gig that long ago. Hell, it almost shocked him when their lead guitarist announced they got a gig at Eden. He didn't think a gay club would want to hear a hard rock act, but it turned out, it was some event at the club; they weren't the only local queer artists to play--not that the entire band swung that way, but they milked it for what it was worth.<br/><br/>"Name's Zach." He set his drink down to free his hand. Handshakes were way too stiff, but he didn't want to come off as a douchebag. It would suck if these ladies actually liked their stuff, and then wanted nothing to do with them because he rubbed them the wrong way. "There was some pretty kickass music that night," he said after they made their introductions. Kind of true. Some of it was trash, like those one 'songs' that sounded like something Lady Gag would do, or those others that were straight-up techno--dub? Whatever the fuck. He got it; people had different tastes. But it was shit to him.<br/><br/>"You, uh, can I get you ladies a drink?" he asked, shoving a thumb over his shoulder. Then he noticed the bottle in Isis' hand. "Never mind. Looks like you're all set."