[Even though he can't drink, Jack spends a lot of time in bars. He can usually get some batteries off of the bartenders, and he can watch people drink. It's creepy, sure, but he doesn't care. He doesn't have a mouth anymore, so yeah, he'll sit in bars and stare unblinking at random people who do have mouths and use them for all the normal mouth-related activities.]
[And sometimes it's worth it for other things. Rick hangs out in bars a lot. Sometimes other interesting people can be found in the local shitty watering holes. Plus, it was funny watching the really drunk assholes stumble around and make fools of themselves.]
[Of course, there was also the rarest of finds. Beautiful people that don't appear to be attached to anyone else. Usually Jack finds that in the underground fetish clubs - he knows the people there are there to bump uglies with some kind of monster. Normal bars? Not so much. Still. Jack finds himself noticing a particularly good looking guy at a regular bar. Like seriously good looking. Propaganda poster good looking. Hot damn.]
[Normal bar or not, robot or not, Jack's at least gonna send a drink over. Put out a feeler, so to speak. Just...not a literal one. Shit, if he'd known he'd be flirting, he'd have dressed a little snazzier than his Hyperion sweater and a leather jacket. Whatever. It's just a drink, he's just gonna send over a drink.]
[So he does. He parks his mostly metal ass on a bar stool a little ways down and sends over a drink. He watches for a reaction with his unmoving face, forever frozen in an amiable smirk. What's the worst that can happen? Dude takes offense at a robot hitting on him and causes a scene, Jack takes him out back and kills him. No big!]
Action - Bar in Bavan - Dec 11th
[And sometimes it's worth it for other things. Rick hangs out in bars a lot. Sometimes other interesting people can be found in the local shitty watering holes. Plus, it was funny watching the really drunk assholes stumble around and make fools of themselves.]
[Of course, there was also the rarest of finds. Beautiful people that don't appear to be attached to anyone else. Usually Jack finds that in the underground fetish clubs - he knows the people there are there to bump uglies with some kind of monster. Normal bars? Not so much. Still. Jack finds himself noticing a particularly good looking guy at a regular bar. Like seriously good looking. Propaganda poster good looking. Hot damn.]
[Normal bar or not, robot or not, Jack's at least gonna send a drink over. Put out a feeler, so to speak. Just...not a literal one. Shit, if he'd known he'd be flirting, he'd have dressed a little snazzier than his Hyperion sweater and a leather jacket. Whatever. It's just a drink, he's just gonna send over a drink.]
[So he does. He parks his mostly metal ass on a bar stool a little ways down and sends over a drink. He watches for a reaction with his unmoving face, forever frozen in an amiable smirk. What's the worst that can happen? Dude takes offense at a robot hitting on him and causes a scene, Jack takes him out back and kills him. No big!]