The Universe's Mixer

Jo had a few days to think things over and hopefully figure out a way to keep the re-opening of the newly combined bar from resulting in bloodshed. Whatever Eric said about his rules, she wasn't sure how much she could trust the vampire or the rest of his clientele to keep from seeing her clientele as juice boxes with legs.

The first step right now was keeping her customers away. Jo had put the word out to some of her regulars already. Now it was just a matter of tracking down Dean and Sam. She really didn't want to tell Dean because she had a feeling that the hunter's first instinct would be to try to step in and for better or for worse, this was her problem to solve.

Jo dropped by the apartment over the flower shop and knocked on the door. She wasn't sure she would ever get used to the idea of Dean living over a flower shop. It did seem rather... ill-fitting and just a little bit amusing at that.

Annie wasn't entirely used to working in the R&D department for Tony Stark, she'd only just started getting ideas of things to build. She was gathering the bits she thought she would need, sure that there would end up being things she'd have to find later to add. That was okay, though. It was all about the learning process.

She was also learning about new music. Which she might have been doing more today than anything else. The radio was on and it piped in a stream of new things for her to learn about. A few of them repeated themselves, which was a little annoying. But there was one that she felt was made for her in a way.

And she danced to it every time it came around.

It wasn't until a few hours had gone by that she realized there were eyes here that weren't in her shop. Eyes that might tell Tony what she'd been doing all day. Annie stopped in mid step and looked around. Not that she'd be able to physically see the presence of one of those things with eyes that might share her private moments.

"Jarvis? Are you watching?"

There was no answer, but that didn't mean anything.