The Cowboy sat at his favorite bar and gave his glass of whiskey deep consideration. The past couple days had been particularly rough, his Blackwatch team having had a rough go of things in Durango chasing ghosts. Needless to say, McCree was going to enjoy this well-deserved downtime, sitting on his favorite stool and enjoying his wordless camaraderie with his favorite bartender.

Midway through his second sip, McCree was buffeted by a gust of wind as Tracer suddenly appeared on the stool to his right. Jesse choked down his whiskey before turning to address the Pilot. Finishing his sip turned out to be a good idea because if he hadn't, the look on Lena's face would've caused him to spit it out. On the stool next to him, the spritely Brit sat with the cheesiest grin and an eyebrow at an impossibly high arch.

"Ello, love, got any dates? No? How about a rais… Wait, got any raisins? No... Shoot!" Lena's confident demeanor quickly faded, along with any color in her cheeks. She raised her hands, "Hold on a second, forget I said anything!"

With that, Lena blinked away and left McCree just as confused as he was when she had started. The Cowboy looked around for a second, shrugged his shoulders, and lifted his glass to his lips before another gust of wind hit him. McCree quickly choked down more of his whiskey than he was planning, trying hard not to lose any of it on the bar. Lena spun around on the stool to his left this time and Jesse turned to her as he was wiping off the bit of his drink that hadn't made it into his mouth.

"There appears to be a problem with my mobile," said the typically confident Overwatch operative. "It's missing… your number… in... it." The smile that started to grow on Jesse's face seemed to only further tie Lena's tongue.

Jesse's smile turned into a toothy grin and Lena covered her eyes in her hands.

"No, no, no, this is awful," she said, looking up when Jesse began to chuckle.

"No, stop that," Lena tried to cover Jesse's mouth, only making him laugh harder. "I'm being smooth right now! Don't laugh!"

Lena vanished again, leaving the Cowboy to finish laughing. After a moment, Jesse finished the rest of his whiskey and gave the barman a look, who simply nodded in the direction of a swinging door at the back of the bar. McCree gave the man a small salute, to which he merely bowed his head a little and continued to polish the bar.

Jessey moseyed to the swinging doors and peered around the corner to find Lena pacing back and forth, going over a small stack of notecards.

"'Is that a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them,'" whispered Tracer to herself, reading from a note card. "No, ya tosser, you want to go on a date with this man, not get in his trousers!"

McCree walked into the hallway, putting his shoulder on the wall and trying his hardest to suppress the shit-eating grin that he was sure was on his face before Lena turned around.

"'Ello, love, you look a lot like my next boy..frei-,'" Lena froze as she turned around, seeing Jesse standing there with a massive shit-eating grin on his face. "How long have you been standing there?!"

"Long enough to know you have no interest in getting in my jeans," said the Cowboy.

"Oh bollocks, this is a disaster," said Lena, burying her face in her hands. "I had this big plan to ask you to dinner and now it's all gone pear-shaped and you think I'm some bloody loon and you'll never talk to me again."

Jesse couldn't help but laugh again, which only appeared to drive the Pilot's face deeper into her hands. The Cowboy closed the distance with the Pilot and gently wrapped her in his arms, the smaller Brit burying her face into his shirt. Jesse couldn't help but feel that maybe this wasn't the worst day ever as he lightly rested his chin on top of Lena's messy hair.

"Now Miss Oxton, were you trying to flirt with me?"

"Oh, bugger off," came Lena's muffled reply, her face still hiding in his chest. As embarrassed as she must've been, she still managed to chuckle in spite of it all.

"Well, if you were trying to flirt with me, I think I'd want you to know how lucky I'd feel that the cutest girl this side of the Mississip had decided to give me the time of day."

"The Mississippi River is thousands of miles away, Jesse," said Lena, looking up at McCree's face with an eyebrow cocked.

"My thoughts exactly, Darlin," replied Jesse, his toothy grin shining down at her.

Lena laughed a bit and slapped Jesse's shoulder, "That has got to be the worst chat up line I've ever heard."

"The worst?" it was Jesse's turn to cock an eyebrow at the Brit, but his smile persisted.

"Alright, that's enough!" insisted Lena, giving Jesse another playful slap on his chest.

"Ms. Lena Oxton, would you like to go to dinner sometime?"

"Oh God yes! Can we please just move out from this bloody hallway?" implored Lena, laughing now.

"How 'bout a drink first?"

"That. Sounds. Top."

Lena grabbed McCree's arm and dragged the Cowboy out of the hallway back towards the bar, Jesse grinning ear to ear behind her.

"Sir, I would like a gin and tonic and my date here will take your finest whiskey…" Lena looked expectantly at Jesse.

"Uhhh, on the rocks, Marc."

Lena gave Jesse and the barman a definitive nod and moved to a small booth near the bar, Jesse soon joining her. Marc, ever the professional, turned around to prep the drinks. Even though the barkeeper was typically stone-faced, part of the reason Jesse liked him so much, Jesse could have sworn he saw a smile creep across his lips as he pulled down the bottle of gin.

Jesse couldn't help but smile himself, what had started out as a night meant to forget the past week had turned into a night full of promise. Cheesy or not, he hadn't been lying when he had used his "Mississippi" line, he had just expected to be the one to make the first move. The Cowboy couldn't lie, though, he was pretty happy he wasn't.