There was nothing better than a fresh cigar, alcohol, and live music. As the light tones of the saxophone and bass guitar filled the air, Jackie brought his rather expensive cigar to his lips, using a match to light it, the detective inhaled a lungful of the smooth, chocolatey flavor, allowing the smoke several moments to circulate through his body before blowing it out in the most satisfied exhale he's had all day.
Today had been...a hell of a day. Unpleasant in its entirety and way too long for him to tolerate it. Instead of simply going home Jackie took a detour to his favorite bar. Deciding he'd indulge himself a bit, he had the next day off anyway. His blue orbs scanned the area lazily and found nothing of immediate interest...good. That meant he could relax a bit.
Comfortably settled in his booth, Jackie ordered himself a bourbon on the rocks. Just as he moved to wave the waitress off, his eyes fell onto a raven-haired beauty at the bar. Even from here he could spot her curves as if they were light up with neon lights. He had no clue what her face looked like but he wasn't so vain as to instantly write her off if she didn't have supermodel looks...after all, it wasn't like he was in any position to talk. "While you're at it, go 'head and put her next drink on my tab, yeah? Thanks, toots." He waved the waitress off, as politely as he could, as he sat back and took another well-earned puff from his cigar.