Jensen debated on both the beers mentioned, trying to decide which sounded the best. He was saved from having to decide right away as a man hollered for Ian, at least it appeared that McLocke was also Ian. Probably his last name, Jensen mused as he nodded to the ginger and watched him walk away. He was here to listen for tales that could mean a job and yet he found himself distracted by the bartender. Jensen's dark eyes watched the other man walk away and he couldn't help but wonder what drew him to this Ian McLocke.

Jensen had seen plenty of good looking men and women in his travels, even had the occasional one night stand, but this was different. It wasn't just the mesmerizing green eyes with the gold flecks. There was something about this ginger that caught his mind, called out to his soul on a deeper level. He found that his mocha eyes were still locked on the retreating figure of the bartender and he ripped his gaze away, perhaps not before they took in the view. He shook his head hard, trying to push away these pesky thoughts and feelings and get his mind in work mode.

"Better make it a whiskey,'" he said when Ian returned for his drink order.