"He's a cop, I guess....so it depends on how you feel about fucking 'pigs' " The barkeep answered, rubbing his still sore cheek as he hands over a can of bud light to the pretty girl.<br/><br/>Jack's saw the woman's sideways glance and looked himself over to make sure his appearance was in order, it was decidedly not. His shirt was hanging half untucked and bore the stain of the whiskey he'd been drinking. He tucked himself in and zipped up his leather jacket to try and gussy up a bit, but he caught a whiff of his breather as he did so and it was rank with booze. Fortunately every cop with a drinking problem had the remedy right in their pocket, he pulled out the Altoids and popped a couple in his mouth and chewed them up.<br/><br/>Feeling a bit more confident now, Jacks took his glass of booze and walked down to the end of the bar wear the girl was sitted atop a barstool. The wind breezed in through the doorway as he approached and he caught a whiff of her. She was sweet compared to the stank of this place and the smell was mildly intoxicating.<br/><br/>"Hey, how's it going, my name is Jacks.....I don't usually try to pick woman up in bars, but you look so damn good in that dress I couldn't pass up the opportunity. What's your name?" He said, trying his hardest not to slur his words.