"Yes it makes sense you would know Jackson. He takes care of you?"
Like. Is he even good at his job? He's trustworthy? Francis tries wth Jackson for Aurora's sake and they've finally found footing with each other which is a relief but he doesn't really know Jackson as a man. Outside in the wider world.
That lovely, lovely Liam fellow. It was such a shame when he passed.
Francis smiles back, a twinkle in his eye.
"I don't think your bar girl approves of me much," changing the subject and taking a sip of his drink as they walk around. It's fairly early in the evening and beginning to fill up as people come for supper.
Francis deflates a little and glances back in her direction.
"In my defense I don't remember if you said you didn't know what she was. And then she.. it was all very aggressive quite quickly. And she really should have told you."
"It's okay. You didn't know." It's not like he explained the intricacies of
how he runs the place. "She's the first one I've met. That I...know of,
anyway." Now.
"Oh, she is. Just protective. I can see why you'd be wary, though. She's
good people." Ethan's just like - oh a demon? huh. Well, okay. Add another
tick to the list of shit he'd never have thought existed before being
turned.
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It is precisely what you deserve for outing her, because Ethan is certainly looking at her a little bit differently now.
Not bad. Just...slightly concerned.
"No, it's okay. You said you were old, it would be strange if you didn't. IF they're willing to meet me, that's' cool."
Him and Cerai are gonna be talking later, though. Shit.
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They don't always have the easiest relationship. But he tries more, these days. He really does. It isn't that he doesn't love them.
But he is quite ready to change the subject, eyeing Cerai for a moment. They're due a conversation later as well, he feels.
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Damn straight they’re due a conversation. She’s giving you such a look as Ethan gently tugs on his arm. Cmon. Let him show you around.
“How many do you have?” He asks, guiding him away. Come look at the pretty club.
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"Five living," he answers. Many dead.
"Two girls and three boys. My daughter Aurora lives here in the city."
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Five kids. Wow. That’s a lot. Ethan doesn’t have any, never really cares one way or another It just never happened.
“Aurora?” That’s a familiar name.
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"Lovely girl, extremely talented in deviation. I think you'd like her if you wanted to meet her."
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Divination?
“Is she really tiny...like, a twig? White-silver hair?”
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“Uh, actually, I know her husband pretty well. He’s the guy we call when we can’t call the regular cops.”
Like, he’s been to their house.
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"Yes it makes sense you would know Jackson. He takes care of you?"
Like. Is he even good at his job? He's trustworthy? Francis tries wth Jackson for Aurora's sake and they've finally found footing with each other which is a relief but he doesn't really know Jackson as a man. Outside in the wider world.
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He nods.
“Yeah, he’s been really good to have around. Marcus introduced us, we’ve always gotten along.”
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A chuckle.
Maybe he should make more effort to invest in Jackson. Show.. some sort of interest in his life and exploits.
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Maybe. He's worth knowing. Keeps your kid safe, even if he's some weird offspring of Chuck and...something or other.
Ethan grins.
"My lips are sealed."
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Francis smiles back, a twinkle in his eye.
"I don't think your bar girl approves of me much," changing the subject and taking a sip of his drink as they walk around. It's fairly early in the evening and beginning to fill up as people come for supper.
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"Well..." Ethan allows, tapping his fingers against his glass. "Part of it's probably because you outed her as a demon."
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"In my defense I don't remember if you said you didn't know what she was. And then she.. it was all very aggressive quite quickly. And she really should have told you."
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“We sort of... have a don’t ask don’t tell thing. If you’re good at your job, have good references...we don’t demand to know your business.”
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"I apologize then. It's not my intention to upset your staff.."
Hm.
"I suppose it's just that demons put me particularly on edge."
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"It's okay. You didn't know." It's not like he explained the intricacies of how he runs the place. "She's the first one I've met. That I...know of, anyway." Now.
"Had a bad experience?"
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So he's just. Gonna air all his dirty laundry huh.
"I was married to one for a time. My son Abaddon is.." a gesture. A demon. Who's fucking your barmaid.
This word is far too small.
It is deeply uncomfortable.
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Ethan blinks.
"Married to a demon?"
That's. Huh.
"And your son is...sleeping with my bartender." He drags a hand over his face. Fuck, okay. "Well that's...huh."
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"Mm," again. A little tight. There you go.
"Very coincidental.. I'm sure she's lovely," but-
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"Oh, she is. Just protective. I can see why you'd be wary, though. She's good people." Ethan's just like - oh a demon? huh. Well, okay. Add another tick to the list of shit he'd never have thought existed before being turned.
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"In the interest of.. full disclosure.. I wouldn't say my son is.. the best company to be keeping. It's more that fact which has me doubting."