A short filler and connection maker.

Nothing too naughty is going through their minds... too naughty.

Kozmotis leaned forward in a polite half bow. "Please, Mr. Lunanof. It was my fault, I stepped in before Jackso-"

Manuel cut him off with a quiet glare. There was nothing malicious or dark, it was just a quiet look like he was saying "finish up". It was enough to quiet the tall and dark man. "Jackson should have laid the man flat on the ground." He turned a disapproving eye on his son. To anyone else, it would sound like he was being protective of the boy, but Jack already knew where this was going. "No one will insinuate that a child of the Lunanof house is a common whore. And a fag, at that. The Lunanof name can only be held by those worthy of it, and you should have defended it even if it meant taking Pitchener down in the process."

Always about the damn name. Forget that his son had almost been sexually assaulted, no it was all about the offense to the name. Jack rolled his eyes and leaned back against the wall. "I thought that would just make a scene, besides, it should make a good impression that someone like Pitchener would come to the aid of the Lunanof family. Don't you think we should thank him for resolving the issue quietly?"

Manuel made a soft sound of assent. "That sharp mind of yours is why you are to be a lawyer. As my son says, I should thank you, Kozmotis, for keeping it quiet." He gave the grey skinned man a look, one that promised retribution if he didn't keep his mouth shut.

"Of course." Pitch resisted the urge to roll his eyes as well.

Manuel nodded his pale head, straightening his long silver coat and turning away sharply. "As a matter of fact, I think I will speak with your current employer and see if I cannot have it arranged for you to begin training Jackson in self-defense, seeing that you are so good at it." Pitch would have paled if he could. "This will be added on top of your current jobs, so don't worry about a dip in your salary. As a matter of fact, you will get quite the raise." With that he exited, leaving Jack to groan apologetically and Pitch sighing.

"I'm sorry, Pitch." Jack gave him a wince, rubbing his own shoulder. "I know you don't need to be babysitting some rich kid on your spare time."

"Not your fault at all, Jackson. I did stick my nose in where it had no business being." He shrugged and turned a half glare on the boy. "Please tell me you're at least semi-competent." The way his voice drawled over the words was unique to him and made it sound like he was seriously annoyed, but that tiny curve at the corner of his lips made it clear he was teasing.

"Of course I am!" Jack laughed, cocking his head impishly. "When daddy dear thinks I'm out doin god knows what, I'm usually at a friend's place. He's taught me quite a bit." He smirked devilishly. "How about on these "training" days, I'll show you the best getaways and hangouts around? That way you can catch up on your beauty sleep. Your skin looks like it could use it."

"Ha-ha, Jackson, ha…ha," Pitch intoned drolly. He chuckled softly and jerked his head to where the elder Lunanof went. "Shouldn't you be following him? I have a feeling he'll leave you behind."

He shrugged, shaking out his silvery spikes. "It's fine, I got my own ride and my own place nearby. I got out of that house as soon as I could." Jack raised a brow at the soft "is that so" and half lidded look that Pitch gave him, if he'd been a girl he would have thought that look was pretty sexy. Hell, the man's eyes were pretty sexy, even from his point of view. It's not like Jack was particular about gender, but so far he had preferred women. Something so cuddly and soft about them. "Yeah, I got a studio close to the college. It's close by to here too, actually."

"You are quite lucky then. I have… " He hummed, "…oh, about a 2 hour drive from here tonight." He shrugged his broad shoulder, looking out the window with a wry half grin. "I do so enjoy driving at night though. It's peaceful."

Jack looked him up and down, tilting his head the other way. "…I do owe you one. How about you stay over at my place if you're tired? These parties take a lot out of you, ya'know?" He grinned. "But don't think you're getting my bed, the couch is a futon. Comfy, I swear." They both laughed softly, Pitch shaking his head already to decline.

But he paused, raking his eyes over the pale boy…no… man. He just looked young, but in all honesty he was fully grown, and he was beautiful in that sharp, angular way of men. "You know what, Jackson… I may just take you up on that offer."

Jack grinned at him with an almost evil glint. "Oh… that's only if you can keep up though." He snickered and strolled off, pitch stalking after him with a soft smirk.

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