Janos nodded, but, "I worry that if I staff it with all rats and kin and then try to bring in outsiders later it will create a closed society and make it hard to integrate other species." He licked a blob of yogurt off one fingertip. "Mind, I only sort of care. This place isn't supposed to be Winchesters II. It's a rat place. But it's one of the things I've been kicking around in my head."
"Rat joint," Jess repeated. "Who gives a shit if people can't find a way to integrate. Not our problem." Personally, he didn't think that would be an issue. Rats were insular, but they could play well with others when they needed to. Just look at the ones who worked at Court.
Janos nodded, still working on his gyro. "Not too fussed about it. We'll see who wants a job, and I'll fill in the ranks from other groups if need be." He doubted he would, there was a lot of kin in town.
"Have you given any more thought to school?" He tried not to nag, but if there was ever anyone who needed a well-rounded liberal arts education it was Jess.
Janos beamed at him. "Yes you can. I think I'll buy you a tablet for taking to school with you. Easier than hauling around all those books." And he had almost no opportunities to actually spoil Jess. His boyfriend rejected almost all attempts, Janos had to sneak things in around the edges. Or bully him into them.
"You don't have to do that," Jess said, but didn't push past it knowing that Janos would do what he wanted anyway and, in all honesty, Jess kind of wanted a tablet. Without the kind of. He'd been playing around TJ's a lot lately and they were just freaking cool.
Taking the weakness of the protest as permission, Janos beamed at Jess and made a mental note to order in a Nexus 10. He still had a bias toward Android that came from Phillip, who had supplied the tech for Shiloh's inner circle.
He reached out and laid a hand on Jess's knee, affection and seeking reassurance both. "So I'm bringing in three pool tables, for that room there," he nodded over to what had once been the private party room. "Anything else like that I should bring in? Darts seems like a recipe for trouble, but possibly amusing trouble. Video games? A juke box? What would make the bar better?"
He nodded slowly, "I was just going to go with regular darts, since most of the folks will be shifters and replacing a broken dart board is a lot cheaper than replacing a machine." He chewed on his bottom lip while he thought. "Or do you think that's an invitation to chaos? I was thinking if I put in a row of 'em folks would get all competitive. Buy their own darts, get...you know, ratlike. And yeah, there'd be a certain amount of lodging the dart-tips in one another's skulls but as long as none of 'em are silver?"
He managed a stern look, though his mouth was tight enough that he was clearly restraining a grin. "I'm not worried about coddling them. I'm worried about replacing the glass in a vintage pinball game twice a month when somebody puts their fist through it in a burst of enthusiasm. Or jams their best friend's head through it as part of a victory celebration."
...to Seattle, with all its thousand contradictions. A city of silicon dreams and bloody nightmares. Ruled by a child queen with diamond-tipped fangs, occupied by artists and shapeshifters, computer programmers and ancient vampires, college students and creatures of myth. Living (and unliving) together and once the sun goes down it's...
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