And there's a man in a kilt at the club as well.
Lachlan's such a nice guy, and wouldn't harm a fly... Well, perhaps he'd slap a nice peachy ass, and get it nice and tender before making some other use of it, but that's about his limit when it comes to violence.
So why is he in the company of a notorious Glasgow gangster?
It's turning out to be a very odd night. But everyone seems to be enjoying themselves... Apart from one person who's getting angrier by the minute.