<strong>Jason Jefferson - Listening in on a few conversations.</strong><br/><br/>Sitting at the bar, Jason yawned into his sleeve before taking another sip of his beer, not getting any reply from the bartender.  Not much of a conversationalist it would seem.  Still, a few of the conversations he was hearing did intrigue him a great deal as a hand wandered over to the cross on his neck, along with the other holy and protective symbols he kept handy since more than one of them had saved his ass in the past after he had gotten through his first year of hunting.  It had not been an easy first year, having plenty of close calls along the way, but he had yet to catch wind of the succubus that had killed his old man.  What was it with the two sitting not too far off from him that intrigued him?  Sounded like one of them had a hunt going on, although whether it was demonic or just looking for an old friend was up for grabs.<br/><br/>Either way, picking up his beer, Jason turned just in time to see the girl looking his way. Nodding in her direction, the hunter turned back to his beer and sighed, not really in the mood for company unless they were giving him useful information regarding where to find the nearest ammo and supply store at this point.  However, Jason's eyes couldn't stop from looking the two over, something about them drawing his attention.  "I'd hate to interrupt but I can't help but notice you're both not from around.  Name's Jason Jefferson."  Beyond that, he wasn't going to say more, not without prodding anyway.