The Lost Ships

What's Their Problem?

Jack walked through the door to the bar with all of his usual swagger. He sat at the counter and beckoned over one of the pretty serving girls.

"Hey gorgeous, get me a shot of that," he pointed at one of the bottles on the shelf, "Will ya'?"

Glaring at him, she obliged.

A handsome young man slid into the seat beside him.

"I don't think she appreciated you calling her that." He said as he made his order.

"His drink's on me." He addressed the bartender.
"Captain Jack Harkness." Jack held out his hand for the other man to shake, "I can't see any reason she wouldn't want a dashing young man flirting with her."

"Paul McGhee." He shook the hand offered and shrugged, "Maybe she doesn't think you're so dashing."

"Then she's missing out. But on the other hand, I'm glad. There are more attractive people around." He gave Paul a not-so-subtle wink.

But McGhee didn't seem to pick up on the hint and merely shrugged, turning back to his drink. "I suppose so."

They sat in silence for a moment before Jack spoke again, "So McGhee, what are you up to these days?"

"Mostly work. I'm a officer at the police station just down the road."

"An officer? Pretty posh."

He shrugged, "I suppose so."

"Have you been seeing anyone lately?" Jack asked.

"Uh... No?"

Jack grinned and leaned towards Paul, "Great, because you're exactly my type of man."

McGhee awkwardly leaned back, away from Jack. "Sorry Harkness... I, uh, it was nice meeting you. Thanks for the drink. I- I should go now." He exited the bar as fast as possible without running.

Jack stared after him. Baffled. What was his problem? He was obviously not good at spotting handsome partners. Probably not worthwhile anyway.

Jack finished his drink and paid for both him and Paul's then made his way to the door. On the way out he spotted a gorgeous young woman flirting with another man. He swaggered up, behind the other man and winked at the girl, ready for her attention to turn to him.

But it didn't. She gave him one disgusted glance and then turned back to her companion.

Devastated, Jack left the bar. Why would no one flirt with him? Surely he was handsome enough. Once, a man named Alonso had even told him he was drop-dead gorgeous.

Sighing he walked down the street. Maybe tomorrow.

A/N: My brother (paradoxicalparadigm) gave me the prompt for this and I thought it was hilarious. I don't know much about bars so I hope I did the setting okay. Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Please vote and comment!

-Ash