It was funny how getting married in a week would take the fun right out of everything. It also would drive a man to drink, which was why Isaiah was in the bar on his third whiskey sour and most definitely on the prowl. He needed someone to help him pass the night, that was for goddamn sure.
He couldn't call Jasper. Not any more. It'd been fun while it'd lasted, of course it had, but come on. Marriage. In a week. No more time for silly fantasies about some deeper emotion, about fate and shit like that. It was back to anonymous one night stands and thank God for it. That was more his speed.
Sliding up to the bar, he cast an evaluating look around him. Not too many prospects but... Oh, hello morose and lonely, ten o'clock. Not his type, no, but definitely something of the kicked puppy about him. And looking for company, it appeared. Something that Isaiah was more than happy to provide.
He picked up his drink and eased over to Jim, flashing him a quick smile and leaning over the bar. "Buy you a drink?" he offered, eyes dark and promising far more than free alcohol, if Jim was interested.