She raised a brow. "Oh, you've been there?" She considered pressing the issue further, but decided against it. Though Joanie would be doing this with or without Aiden, she had to admit that doing it with was far smarter than without. Without Aiden meant that she would be a young woman drinking in a bar alone, and besides being terribly pathetic, the scenario was just begging to set up a dramatic movie about date rape and loss and pain. Starring Jodie Foster. So she was going to try - key word here - to not piss him off before they got there. Once they were there, though, the gloves came off.
"So, Google has saved the day yet again. Technology has done so much for us." She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her sweatshirt, taking them along the sidewalk at a brisk clip. There was no use dawdling, now, was there?
They reached Juke Joint rather quickly, and the second they entered, Joanie could feel her soul going numb. God, this was depressing. It was dank, sticky, and spotted with toothless regulars. But hey, nobody set up to drink in a happy setting, now, did they? Throwing Aiden a sideways glance, she walked straight up to the bar, sitting down on one of the stools and looking over at the bartender.
"Hey," she said, waving slightly at him. "Gimme a Bud." He nodded, turning to do so. In his absence, she glanced at Aiden. "You want a cranberry juice?" Oh, it was hard to hold in that laugh.