He paused for a moment, patiently waiting as she got seated, to take a sip from his glass and another drag of smoke. Yet when she introduced herself at last Jack actually found himself smiling just a tad. "Hey I'm Jack, and I guess I am the guy to talk to about a job." Jack considered just what to say or ask but instead of bothering with the usual stick he just scratched his head for a second as he mentally went through the open positions he needed to fill.
"Ya look a little young to be a bartender, and with that stamp on your hand I gotta assume your not of drinking age yet...still suppose we could give you a shot as a waitress if you like?" Jackie did a quick head count and nodded to himself a second later, certain that they hadn't replaced the last girl yet.
"Tips and wage are decent, the patrons will typically keep there hands to themselves...though every now and then things do get a little rowdy and the big guys at the door have to toss some drunks out. Uh, aside from that shit the staff eats here for free when they are working, and we got a pretty good menu for a shit hole." He went silent again as he tried to remember what else he needed to tell her about, the fourth shot whiskey making his brain feel just a tiny bit fuzzy. At last though his focus returned and a hint of a frown tugged at the corner of his lip when Jack noticed the way she was dressed.
"Only thing is ya may need to wear something a little more...not like that." He hadn't been a huge fan of the way most of the waitresses had to dress up, but the place was a punk rock/rock and roll/dive biker bar...and while the patrons knew better then to go messing with the staff, well dressing hot had also been a tradition and draw of the place. With a nod he gestured to the other waitresses, pointing out what they were wearing. "If that doesn't bother ya, well the gig is yours if ya want it."