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This drink's on me (Phaedra)
Rob was upstairs telling Dean about his world right this moment. Or possibly right this moment. Jo didn't know the exact time, but she knew that it was happening tonight. And she wasn't invited. She was okay with that, because she wanted to do whatever was easiest on Rob. But she wanted to be the one to tell Dean what she knew. She'd hated keeping it from him. She also wanted to be there to make sure that no punches were thrown or anything. And she really wanted to be there to see how exactly all of this was going to shake out. She couldn't help but worry that this might cause issues for the two of them.
So while the boys were upstairs talking, Jo decided it was time to keep her mind off things. She still wasn't sure just how much she could push the rules concerning carrying weapons around here. Which irked her, because she could really use a hunt right now. Her trigger finger was a little itchy and tracking and killing something that would only hurt people if left unchecked almost always got her mind off whatever else might be going on. But she'd seen enough of this place to know that any small bit of rule breaking was treated swiftly and violently. She hadn't actually seen the violence, but she'd seen perpetrators carted off and had seen the fear as people watched the perps taken away. She'd sniffed around enough to get an idea of what happened to people who broke laws. Enough to know that they weren't often seen again.
So for now, she was playing the good, law-abiding citizen. Which meant that her only choice for distraction was to head to the hotel bar and try to drink until her head was fuzzy. An hour in, and she had a pretty good headstart on that. She'd chosen a table in a back corner of the bar. It gave her the best visibility on the room. She could see at least most of the doorways leading in and out. Just in case. Some might call it paranoid or twitchy, but most hunters simply called that survival. She never did like sitting somewhere that she couldn't see who (or what) was coming and going in a place.
So while the boys were upstairs talking, Jo decided it was time to keep her mind off things. She still wasn't sure just how much she could push the rules concerning carrying weapons around here. Which irked her, because she could really use a hunt right now. Her trigger finger was a little itchy and tracking and killing something that would only hurt people if left unchecked almost always got her mind off whatever else might be going on. But she'd seen enough of this place to know that any small bit of rule breaking was treated swiftly and violently. She hadn't actually seen the violence, but she'd seen perpetrators carted off and had seen the fear as people watched the perps taken away. She'd sniffed around enough to get an idea of what happened to people who broke laws. Enough to know that they weren't often seen again.
So for now, she was playing the good, law-abiding citizen. Which meant that her only choice for distraction was to head to the hotel bar and try to drink until her head was fuzzy. An hour in, and she had a pretty good headstart on that. She'd chosen a table in a back corner of the bar. It gave her the best visibility on the room. She could see at least most of the doorways leading in and out. Just in case. Some might call it paranoid or twitchy, but most hunters simply called that survival. She never did like sitting somewhere that she couldn't see who (or what) was coming and going in a place.