It was easy enough to find a bar. Jesse had a knack for tracking them down. Maybe it had something to do with the fact of what he was. Or maybe he just had a nose for the booze. Soon, though, either way, he had Sam at a place where they could sit and drink and hopefully get the boy out of the funk he was in.
Jesse sidled right up to the bar with a smile and ordered himself a whiskey. "And whatever he wants, sugar." There was a wink that followed.
He looked to Sam. "So talk t'me. All this whatnot with yer soul the only thing eatin at ya?"