Jack nodded and relayed Cuckoos order to barman, who hustled off to see what could be found. "I think we may already have company." Jack said, voice low. He turned towards Cuckoo, angling his body so he could unobtrusively survey the bar. "Couple in the booth, twenty five yards, my right. Asian guy, girl has her back to us, but dark hair. I just heard him describe himself as the son of Sun Wukong. I suspect he may be here for the same reasons we are, or else it's the cheesiest chat up line ever." He gave a chuckle at the thought.<br/><br/>He turned his attention back to the bar as the barman returned with the two glasses. He slid a $20 across the bar, adding "Keep the change.". The barman nodded and smiled "Thank you sir, too kind." and disappeared to take care of another guest further down.<br/><br/>Jack turned to lean against the bar again, looking around the room and taking a sip from his coke. He grimaced, fished around amongst the ice cubes and withdrew a slice of lemon, which he discarded onto the bar mat. "I have never understood this thing about putting lemon into coke." he groused. "If I wanted lemon it there I'd have asked for it. Or Coke would have put it in there to start with."<br/><br/>Satisfied that no one seemed to be paying any particular attention to them (possibly Cuckoos appearance was making sure that no one wanted to look at them) he spoke in a lower tone again. "So, think we should go pay our respects? Professional courtesy and all that."