To be quite honest, Jo had shown up in this place with very little desire to check things out in the beginning. As far as she was concerned, it was better to just lay low and get her head on straight before she ever made her way through the insanity that was bound to be Purgatory.
Her first venture around the place was when Michael was named Mayor of the joint. That alone was probably a sign that things were not going to be running smoothly around here. She'd gone, she'd seen, she drank, she was surprisingly amused... and then she'd gone back to her rinky-dink apartment and settled back into the quietness of being alone once again.
Tonight, however, two days before what she knew to be Valentine's day, Jo was feeling cooped up and stir crazy, dying for human interaction even if she didn't necessarily have to interact with them to accomplish it. It was those feelings that led the hunter to The Last Round, a bar that looked more like her scene than the others she'd seen around the place and reminded her somewhat of the Roadhouse. It was really the nostalgia it inspired within her that had her deciding that this was the place.
Making her way in, she took a good look around and then settled herself on a stool at the bar. An order of a beer and a shot of chilled whiskey was made before she turned and took in the rest of the atmosphere. The more she noted, the more like home it felt. She could see herself being here fairly often, perhaps even working here if they were willing to give her the job. It'd be a good trade-off, she thought.
Once her drinks were set in front of her, she took the shot first — liquor before beer, in the clear — and then took a slow drag of her beer. Jo didn't know what the night would bring, but it couldn't be all bad, could it? After all, she was in Purgatory... was she really in any kind of real danger? She supposed she'd find out for certain if a fight broke out, but until then, she'd just sit back and take it all in.