Re: carriage house - michael and atticus
Atticus laughed. Wasn't an apologetic laugh. Knew Michael didn't mean anything was literally fun. But that was life. Might as well laugh at it. Like Michael, Atticus joked his way through life. The alternative was too maudlin to think about. Nothing worse than a middle-aged, graying, overweight, maudlin man.
"Could look at working for a new company. Could try to transfer to the military. Tethy's contract was military, wasn't it?" That also came from him mother, who'd assumed the aliases used when Michael stayed at the B&B were military confidentiality related. "Not as exciting as Alton Brown. Sadly, think he's more interested in people not buying unitaskers."
Atticus finished his beer as the music wound down slowly. He stubbed his smoke out, and the air near the stairs was starting to take on a chill. Time to break up this party. Figured it was the topic of Janus, though Atticus had been banking on Janus and Michael dating as a buffer. Wasn't working. "She's a ball buster. If that's your thing, more power to you." Was supposed to be worried about the demon thing, but Atticus wasn't. "You're a demon or something similar Michael. Why should her being a demon matter? Doesn't." Shrugged. Atticus' best friend was a werewolf. Who was he to talk?
He stood, and he looked up toward the stairs. "Getting tired. Go home." His smile was warm. Made it seem like he was teasing. "Better yet, go sing Moody Blues under her window. Seems like the type that would like serenades. Don't worry about the wife. Will let you know if she shows up."