Andrew was the next to arrive. His muscular form was clothed in shorts that hung past his knees and a regular, loose fitting t-shirt. He dressed for comfort when flying. He even wore a baseball cap. He carried a sportsbag with him that contained his own laptop, ipod, a book, and some tasty snacks for the flight. He smiled warmly as Docet greeted him, quickly giving her the once over. He hoped the ladies on this dream vacation looked half as good as her.<br/><br/>Stepping into the lounge, he immediately felt out of place. He felt like he should be wearing a business suit and tie (if he even owned one) carrying a leather briefcase. Glasses, perhaps, would have completed the look but his eyes were fine. He walked over to the bar and ordered a Whiskey, on the rocks. A little alcohol never hurt anyone. It was then that he eyed the place and spotted a cute asian girl sitting by herself. She was just as underdressed as he was so he figured she was another 'winner.' He moved over to her with his drink.<br/><br/>"Hey there...I'm Andrew." He says, offering her his hand.