Re: Bar: Janus/Steve
Jeffrey Allen had taken his marching orders, but because it suited his sense of patriotism at the time. He disliked authority, enough to challenge it if he had grounds, and he always decided what grounds were worthwhile. Janus was a thing no longer human, since he liked to think a lot of that had been seared out of them a few thousand times over just through experience, and certainly most of the humanity was gone.
"Bus routes," he agreed. This was not entirely untrue. "I move around a little bit, a night here and a night there, but most of the time these days I station here and move outward if I'm driving. Slow weeks I take ticket counter. Mostly boring, but sometimes you meet someone interesting." His shoulder lifted and dropped in a short shrug. "Don't mind answering. The more drinks I have the more answers there are." He flashed a quick smile at the bad joke.
"B&B is haunted," Janus offered, in reply to the question about weirdness. "Stuff moves on its own. Hot and cold spots, stuff like that. But I guarantee you it's better than the wreck of the motel." Janus didn't think it was a good idea necessarily for someone who knew Jeffrey Allen to be tooling around town, but he thought that Steve probably wouldn't mention it to anyone unless he had reason. And if a demo n was going to be toeing the line with people who were capable of banishing him, he might as well skip precautions entirely.