Jake loved the way his ego was being stroked, and imagined Shan stroking something else on his body. However, he'd learned that ego, even when it was being respected was a weakness, and so while it felt good, and warm, and all the right things, he knew to be cautious with it now. He'd also forgotten how taboo the White Rabbit was for many humans, and even supernaturals.
The bar was truly his Wonderland, and for many humans who'd entered out of the know, they reported back really feeling like they'd fallen through the looking glass; vampires moving about, magic defenses, African witches, super soldiers, drugs, sex, drag and every other convention of goth, darkness, and monsters were dressed up in bright and pretty colors and put on display. While much of it had been Lisa-Joe's expertise, Sam had given it new life as well. The bars acceptance and success in the community was his proudest achievement in the city, even more than any titles he held or battles he'd fought.
"You should've come right in," Jake said encouragingly, looking over at Shan's eyes. "I would've scooped you up pretty quick."
It was true that if Jake had just seen Shan moving about, he would've done all in his power to get him there as a dancer. It added to the confusion he felt about their current status, and he sighed. "Hold on," he said, sitting up and pulling out his phone. He jotted a quick text to Murphy. It was time.
Hey. Can we meet soon. I'd like to talk about some stuff.
Send.
His phone was put away, and he resumed his laying position, bringing Shan back to his chest, unless the mortal didn't wish it. "Sorry about that," he said attention returning to the interesting boy beside him. He felt a flutter of guilt, but it was currently dwarfed by something like excitement.
