The barkeep had learned his lesson and decided to keep his distance from the cantankerous man and Jacks liked that just fine. He was contented with just sitting there and washing his woes away with the cheap booze and low drone of the jukebox, until she walked in the door.<br/><br/>Petite and pretty she wore a blue summer dress and floated like a butterfly on a warm summer breeze into the disgusting decor of the dive bar. She certainly didn't belong here and the look of surprise on her face when the still shaken barkeep asked for her ID made that even more evident. Her face was clear of makeup and she looked to be in her twenties but those big innocent looking eyes made her seem even younger.<br/><br/>"She don't need any ID, I'll vouch for her!" Jacks called out from his dark corner of the bar. The barkeep shot Jacks an aggravated glance but didn't maintain eye contact long because he didn't want anymore trouble. Jacks raised his glass of whiskey up, "First one is on me!" he called down the bar, hoping he wasn't coming on too strong.<br/><br/>"What'll it be sweetie?" the Barkeep begrudgingly asked the beautiful young woman.