Jason downed the last of his drink before resting it once again on the table. He had been trading glances with at least two of the waitresses for the better part of his stay at the bar, and the drink in him wasnt' helping his already low inhibitions. Between winks and flirtatious looks at the girls, his attention occassionally shifted to the armed men in the corner, and his hand always shifting to his belt whenever he saw another firearm. But he wasn't here for them, and he wasn't here for the ladies either, as much as he wanted to be.<br/><br/>It didn't take him long to spot the man with the ball cap walk in. He had a different look to him than the rest of the bar patrons. He wasn't proper, or a gentleman by any means, but where the average drunkard was unwashed and in many cases unclothed, this man seemed moderately well off for himself. Not only that, but the logo<em>Chasseur</em>on his cap was a dead giveaway that this was the man Jason had been looking for. With just a bit of trouble, the mercenary stood and took a moment to steady himself before walking over to the man.<br/><br/>He had barely taken three steps before he saw the lump under the man's chest, and almost instinctively reached for his gun, and he rested it there as he approached, the other hand extended outward in a welcoming hand shake.<strong>Name's Jason Miller, gun for hire. You're the man that contacted me about a job opportunity, right?</strong>