Lindsey McDonald had found himself attached to the traveling circus about a week prior. Long enough to have settled in to his role, and to be able to sit back and watch the new recruits coming in. Just a few days ago he had been in their place, freaking out as he realised he was dragged back in time. It was far more entertaining to be the guy watching what was going on, instead of being the guy in the middle of it all.
He vaguely wondered what all these people had done to attract attention. he assumed the carnival was some kind of hell dimension. He'd tried to breech his contract with Wolfram & Hart, he'd crossed the California state line, hell bent on getting out of there, and evading the evil law firm that had his soul under contract. He should have known better, but hell, if this was the punishment, he'd take it. It wasn't so bad.
Sure the clothes were a bit awkward, ill fitting, and uncomfortable. And operating a carousel wasn't exactly his idea of fun times, but he realised it could be worse. He could be roasting over a fire pit, or strapped to a rack getting his heart cut out day after day...As hell dimensions go, a traveling carnival from the 1930s really wasn't so bad.
Lindsey had honed in one on new arrival in particular. She was blonde, and while she didn't look a thing like Darla, something about her reminded him of the woman he'd thought he could love. No, Darla wasn't a woman, not really. She was a vampire. And at the end of the day, that was what Lindsey had been drawn to. The danger, the forbidden fruit, the fangs. Not that Darla had ever taken him seriously. he'd been little more than a stepping stone for her, a pit stop on the way to something bigger and better.
Lindsey growled, and redirected his thoughts to the woman in front of him. "Hey. You look like you might need some help." What better way to gt close to someone than to offer to assist them?