Jason needed a drink. He'd been pretty sober for the past few weeks, and considering what all he had been through before, that was a feat. But his sister showed up just a few days after he got out of that torture scene and she could be pretty good at keeping him in line when she really wanted to be.
But after a while enough was enough. He was fully healed so he wouldn't be getting any looks. Not that it mattered anyway, Jason had gotten into more than his share of fights over the years (that was why he always kept a chain in the bed of his truck, after all), so it wouldn't have been the first time he walked around town looking like he'd been through Hell and back. Especially since he had.
It didn't take him long to find a bar, and that was a handy thing. And it seemed like it'd do when he walked inside. So he headed straight for the counter. Clad in his work boots, jeans, and a tee shirt, he just looked like any guy that would be in there. Except, you know. Hotter.
It wasn't until after he ordered himself a Miller that he caught the scent. Someone in there wasn't fully human, and it kinda smelled like... dog. Just a little, not enough for any of the humans around to be able to pick up on, but it was enough for Jason and his nose. His brows furrowed as he started to look around, trying to figure out who it was before moving.