“Yeah well know you’re staying the fuck in one place so maybe you can get yourself a boyfriend,” Alyx grinned, wiggling slender brows suggestively. What? She wanted to see her brother happy…and if he happened to land himself a super-hot, amazingly awesome guy, then that would just be the icing on the cake. Besides, her brother was a fucking catch, ok? He was smart, good looking, about to move into an amazing apartment and he’d lined up a steady job….what was there not to like? Jason already had more going for him than most of the fuckers that tried to come and hit on her or that she stood behind the bar and watched flirt with random club girls. “Shit, you’d better not have a piece of ass lined up before you even came to say hello to your favorite sister. I’d be pissed.” It seriously wouldn’t have been a cool move on his part. Working at a club like Canidae, he’d have plenty of chances to meet new people, both romantic interests and otherwise; supernaturals, especially, were drawn to places like hers. “You’ll meet a shit ton of people downstairs. I’m not even worried about it.” It’d be a race to see who ended up with a little arm candy first….and how long it took the other sibling to run them off. “Dry spell….more like a complete fucking lack of anyone that even remotely interests me. Once this initial bit of fear about being out is gone, hopefully the crowd will come back.” The place wasn’t suffering too terribly, but the numbers were definitely down from where they’d normally be. Fucking Pruflas. “My brother is boring? You must be talking about Jack.” Certainly not her formally secret agent brother, that couldn’t be the dull one.
They were both going to be fucking stubborn about this whole thing, it was likely to end up in some kind of a draw, some weird compromise. She wasn’t charging him rent, end of story – if he wanted to work off what he would have paid, well…it’d just be dumb to refuse that. Alyx wasn’t about to go around playing handy-woman so, if her brother could fix it, it wasn’t like she’d stop him. “That works,” she could agree to him pitching in where he could, when he wanted. “There’s a very long, very dull story about a fucking over-dramatic teenager who packed her bags and got the fuck out of dodge, yes. But can’t we hash that out over drinks?” Standing up here just going over what she’d been doing for twenty years was going to get boring pretty quickly. “I’ll tell you everything, same as you told me, but I want to do it with one of Joey’s drinks in my hand.” If Jason wanted to ask her a string of questions, she’d answer them as best she could; the only way for the two of them to recover what ground they’d lost was to fill in the blanks for one another. “I do, I love me some musicians,” she grinned –there was really no denying it; give her a man with a guitar any day. “Joey? I don’t think he discriminates, from what I’ve seen. He’s an equally opportunity bedmate. But if you fuck him over, you will officially never get a good drink in Amsterdam again. The man has connections, it’s creepy.” He was a member of some freaky underground bartender society, it was the only explanation. “Yaaaay,” Alyx grinned, wrapping him up in return, “Not that you could say no…I did kind of make you an offer you can’t refuse.” But still, she was glad to hear that he was going to take the place over as his own, that he’d be so close. “You need any help getting shit over here?”