He'd wanted to get pissed and forget about the world for a while, but synchronicity meant he was rarely able to relax at all. Tonight was definitely one of those times, because the moment John stepped into the place he knew he was about to meet someone important. The place was steeped in Magnus' magics--everything from what was probably deliberate to be protective to accidental traces--but there was practically a spotlight on the young bartender ahead of him that had nothing to do with the magic ink on the boy's skin. No, this was a deeper magic, an emotion.
Love. This was someone Magnus cared for deeply. So, of course John was curious.
"You've got Guinness here, yeah?" he asked casually, taking a seat at the bar as he watched Alec. The other man was strong in and of himself, probably one of those hero-types which would explain how he knew enough to ward himself. But there was also something else there, something not quite human about Alec.