Jack caught the waitress' attention with a crooked smile and asked for a scotch. The priest could order his own drink, but he jerked his head towards him to let the waitress know that he'd pay for whatever was ordered.
Then he turned his attention back to the green songster. "New. Both of us." He smiled since it seemed kind of strange to Jack that he was hanging around with a priest, even a militant one. "We were told Lorne would be the man to talk to, and the bartender pointed at you when we dropped that name."