Hot military men were common. Ones who flirted back less so. It hadn't helped Jack's already low opinion of UNIT any. Goddamn teases. But this Becker. He was something to be figured out. Oh he'd flirted back and that was something to be desired in and of itself. But he'd been through a lot since he'd gotten here, and Jack was never quite sure what to make of people like that. He'd offered him a drink though, no harm in sharing drinks seeing where the night went. They'd decided clubbing was out, and Bed of Roses was too packed most nights, especially a weekend one. So it was to the little Inn they went run by the French girl Eponine.
It was quieter there. A residents bar generally that Eponine had always offered for the use of the displaced, and it was a quiet place to get to know someone. Though Lexi's place might have made more sense in some ways. He wasn't sure how the little French girl would react if they got a little overly flirty.
Still, he'd ordered two of the stronger ales and once Becker had arrived, they slid into a booth, conversations coming easily about the wedding, about this place, the usual things really. But Jack wanted the nitty gritty, he wanted to know Becker for the man he was and not just the sexy Brit he'd managed to crush on.
"So tell me, why the Military, what drew you to it and how'd you get so good so fast. If you say natural talent I may have to hurt you though, you do realise?"