Jack had been feeling off all week. He wasn't sure bar hopping was a great way to fix that feeling either. Temptation all around. But he needed the practice if he and Sam were going for pool later on. It'd been along time since he'd been in a bar, exactly a year to the date almost. He was just getting off duty from the Police Station, badge still hanging around his neck when he pushed open the doors and winced at the looks he was given by a shady few who turned to see the doors open. Right, badge away. Bars weren't very friendly with cops most of the time. Tucking said badge into the pocket of his black pants with the single red stripe down each leg, he looked around for the young blond girl and headed over as he spotted her table.
Raising an eyebrow at the empty glasses he sighed. Remembering why he was never a fan of bar to begin with before his sting in L.A. They smelled awful and looked even worse.. Technically he wasn't supposed to legally drink anyways, so if tempted he could turn around and arrest the tender if actually given anything and felt a need to be an asshole, currently though he was just cranky and picky. So he ignored it. "Rough night huh?" He slid into the other side of the booth, pulling off his S.P.D. jacket and just wearing a simple red shirt underneath. Always red. It was after all the best color. The scent caused him to look over at the bar tender washing a glass longingly. He chewed his lip and forced his eyes back to hers.