Darcy-Henry
Henry went behind the bar when he overheard one of the waitstaff complaining about the register. He thought maybe he could help with it--and he had his employee badge to let him into the system. Of course, it was a mess: whoever had designed this point-of-sale system had clearly designed it for something other than a bar. It was too complicated, too messy. It was hard for the employees to find the drinks they wanted to find, and there was a mess trying to get logged in and out of the system. It wasn't great, and Henry thought maybe he could do better.
When Darcy came toward the bar, Henry was bent down over the thing, checking out the device's wiring. He debated if a set of iPads would work better--they wouldn't have to be constrained to the hardware from the POS people, and he knew how to create some killer apps using the apple hardware.
Then he heard a voice and looked up. Was someone talking to him? Before his eyes could register the woman on the other side of the bar, he was responding with a quick, "Oh, no, I don't work here--" but the words stopped somewhere mid-sentence when he recognized the face. The beautiful face.
"Uh... hi." He said, after picking his jaw up off the floor. "Darcy. Hi. It's uh, Henry. Foss. Wow, you look..." He cleared his throat. "Are you enjoying the party? Oh, uh, can I get you a drink?" While he was technically not a bartender, he was an employee of the club. So he could get her a drink. Right?