WHO: Jo Harvelle & [OPEN] WHAT: Bartending. WHEN: Tonight. WHERE: The Barking Spider. RATING: TBD. STATUS: Incomplete.
Jo had figured that working at the bar would have taken her mind off of the little embarrassment she'd caused herself on the boards, but all it did was cause her to want to drink. Not that what she'd done was anything to drown her sorrows in or anything, but it had been something she'd brought upon herself, and she felt pretty stupid for it. She should have just kept her mouth shut and let Dean and Veronica talk amongst themselves. It was all innocent, and even if it wasn't, what business of Jo's was it? None. It wasn't like she and Dean were dating, and as far as she could tell, that wasn't really something that would be happening anytime soon. She just hated the fact that she'd felt little twinges of jealousy. She hated the fact that Dean got under her skin that way and he didn't even know it.
As the night wore on, more and more people began to mill into the bar. It was a pretty popular place, and even though it was no Roadhouse, Jo felt pretty at home in the Barking Spider. Sometimes Jo would half-expect her mother to pop out from around back, giving her orders, but of course, it never happened. She didn't know if that was good or bad. She missed her mother, definitely, but things had ended up souring so badly between them, Jo was actually afraid to see the woman again.
Placing a shot of whiskey down in front of a man who was sitting with a rather scantily-clad woman next to him, Jo turned to the newest customer that had just seated themself down nearby. "What can I get for ya?" she asked, without even turning all the way as she grabbed a glass.