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Ianto Jones (iantojones) wrote in silverage,

Ianto wasn't sure how to feel about his invitation to visit the club with his new boss. He couldn't precisely turn him down, since keeping Tony company was part of the job. It normally wasn't much of a burden, because Ianto found him inexplicably fascinating. He was an odd dichotomy of the modern and antiquated, hiring on women and minorities without batting an eye, but still enjoying the reality that was 1964.

It didn't bother him, he knew that. Although he found the idea of a 'man's world' ridiculous, he understood the time period he now lived in. The Bunnies made good money for the job, and there were strict rules protecting them from unwanted advances. He had no doubts Tony found a way to entertain his favourites outside of the club, but inside he had to behave.

Ianto had read the Bunny Handbook. It seemed like essential reading. Being Tony Stark's assistant meant he could get anything he wanted, including their rulebook.

He nodded his head to the girl. Whiskey or scotch were both fine by him, especially since he tended to avoid beer in this era. It just wasn't very good. "I take it the key means my job will entail me coming here on a regular basis?" It was a simple question, without judgement. He was good at that.