The bar was a typical bar, thanks to the new non-smoking laws in public areas the atmosphere was less smoky due to ciggerette smoke, but the music was still loud, and the patrons even louder. It was a typical friday night, atleast for Jerry. His boyish good looks might have made it seem that he should have any one he wanted on his arm, yet there he was sitting at the bar alone, nursing a beer.<br/><br/>His blonde hair was lanky, but well combed. His beard a bit scraggly, but was the peircing blue eyes that made most people take a double-take towards him. As cold as ice they were in color, but the laugh lines around his eyes gave him a softer look. His appearance was almost ageless, he could have been anywhere between twenty one, to fifty.<br/><br/>His clothing was typical, well worn jeans, with a t-shirt that stretched across his shoulders and arms alarmingly. Yet every glance that a woman, or even occasionally a man, would send him was steadfastly ignored. Instead his attention was on the Bartender, what someone in a less civilized time might have called, a Barmaid.