Captain Jack smiles into his glass of scotch letting his gaze travel over the other occupants of the bar. He settles on a man in the corner nursing a bottle of beer.
He’s well built, a short shock of sandy brown hair, and a pair of emerald eyes that shine brightly, even in the smoky room.
Walking up to the bar, Jack takes a seat next to the man tapping the counter for a refill. Turning to face this stranger he smiles leaning in “let me guess, starts with an M?Or maybe a D?”
Brows knitting together the man looks at Jack as if he’s crazy “what?”
“Your name, does it start with an M or a D” Jack asks with a quirk of his lips.
“What’s it to you,” the guys responds eyes narrowing.
“I like to know who I’m buying a drink for,” Jack replies coolly as he lifts his glass to his lips.
The man nods slowly lifting his bottle up in a similar motion keeping his eyes trained on Jack. “Dean, the name’s Dean,” he says before tipping the bottle back.
Glass firmly back on the counter Jack nods, “Well Dean, what can I get you?”
Dean smirks pulling his bottle away from his mouth, “Surprise me.”
Jack has a good feeling about tonight.