Merton was not actually sure WHO he was meeting, but that rarely bothered him, since Merton was friendly to everyone. (To his occasional detriment, and Gideon's sometimes-frustration when Merton failed to identify crazy fans before he invited them back to visit.) But he figured he'd find the bloke once he got there. He was a few minutes late, but that was more or less normal for Merton, who ran on his own timeclock. . . and sense of direction, usually. When on tour, Not-Leigh was usually the designated Merton-handler, these days, who wrangled him to the places he was supposed to be, when he was supposed to be there. Left to his own devices, he'd wind up in completely the wrong city, half of the time.
So really, showing up just a few minutes late, and in the right place was doing pretty well for Merton. He made his way into the bar, throwing the girls a quick, wide smile and then looking around. Finding someone in a new place when you didn't know what they looked like could be a challenge, but Merton knew it was a guy, and that ruled out all the girls, and then most of the other blokes weren't looking up at people as they walked in. So that narrowed it down again to Bradley.
He walked over. "Hi?" he greeted, still not a hundred percent sure he ad the right guy. "I think I'm meant to be meeting you? I'm Merton!"