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Tweak says, "Viva La Cobra"

Joanna Beth Harvelle (reoismyantidrug) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-01-10 05:44:00

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!open, jo harvelle-wuornos

|[ WHO ]| Jo Harvelle
|[ WHERE ]| The apartment
|[ WHEN ]| Jan. 10; 7:00 AM
|[ WHAT ]| Going over blueprints
|[ OPEN ]| To whoever happens along

Jo was never all that great a sleeper, and she really preferred not to wake up her apartment mates with her screaming, so she'd forgone sleeping altogether the night before. She'd had more important things to do anyway. And those important things were sitting in front of her as they had been all night. She'd already gotten some work done on them, a little remodelling here, some additions there... she planned on making this place a nice getaway for people, and that was that. Just a p lace they could go and have a beer, shoot some pool, dance on a small dancefloor. Hell, even play some games. And she could do this. She had the money to do this and the experience. And it was the first thing she was sure about since coming here.

Her door was open and Black Dog was playing. Jo wasn't really thinking about anyone who would hear it... she didn't think it was all that loud, afterall. Her head bobbed to the beat as she mouthed the words, writing down plans and circling where she'd want certain things on the copy of the blueprints she had. This was her baby, she was going to make sure it was perfect. It was bigger than home, which only meant she could add more to it. She'd be able to fit about twelve pool tables in easily - three in the front, nine in the back - a large bar in the front, a smaller on in the back... there was room for two big screens and a couple of smaller televisions to go in the walls. She could make her own Washers boards, as well as get some dart boards for practically nothing. Tables... chairs... the jukebox... She had everything practically figured out. Even how the couple of rooms set up upstairs could be set up. And once things were done, she'd be able to open up and get to business. She even had a back room for hunters in case they needed to talk about things.

She barely registered the music changing and only glanced up at the radio to see what it was before her head was back down and her mind back into her bar.