Hot Dad ProblemsKozmotis was beginning to think that maybe asking Jack over for dinner wasn't the best idea on the planet. As a matter of fact, Jack probably wasn't the best idea on the planet, yet somehow over the course of the past few weeks they had met up a few times for coffee during the businessman's brief lunch breaks. Nothing more than a quick latte and some mumbled conversation. Normal people did that kind of thing. Koz's reasoning was that a coffee shop wasn't the same as that infernal club, and that he could think more clearly without blinding lights and blinding rage at his lovely idiot daughter.It wasn't as if his strange desire to see the tattooed brat outweighed the little voice in his head that screamed over and over that this was A Stupid Idea. He was a grown man and he could handle himself. Most of the time. Jack was a refreshing change from the monotony of work, though he still wasn't sure what had possessed him to blurt out a dinner invitation to the blue-eyed little imp.
Drunken LullabiesKoz wasn't used to coming home to strange men in his house. He hoped this wasn't the start of some horrible new trend. He was almost getting used to the idea of occasionally finding Jack seated on his front step like a stray cat when he returned home from work, but this was just getting out of hand.“Seraph...what on Earth...” Koz sidestepped as a large man with a beard that meant business trundled past. Beyond him, Koz could see another scruffy creature with wild salt-and-pepper hair and muscular tribal-tattooed arms. “Why are there … strange... people...in my kitchen?”His daughter glared at him. “They're not strange. They're Jack's friends from the shop, and they're fixing the dishwasher. Since, you know, you have no idea how.”Koz decided against slamming his head into the wall in the presence of weirdos with questionable intent.“Hey there!” An irritatingly familiar blonde poked his head around the corner. “Aren