Roommates (Betsy)
Jo was getting a little sick of sequins. It didn't matter that she couldn't see what color they were. She could tell that every one of the stupid dresses that she had to wear were garish and over the top. She definitely couldn't hunt in them.
She didn't mind dressing up every so often, but she wanted a better reason than literally singing for her supper. And that wasn't really going to happen here. Or anytime soon anywhere really.
The one good thing about Jo's job was that it came with room and board. She was living in a house with all women-all performers who were aspiring to something grander, whether it was break-out stardom or a rich husband. Jo stuck out a little bit in that respect, but that was okay. She didn't expect that she'd be here all that long. She could ignore the backstabbing and cattiness as the women tried to one-up each other in search of jobs and husbands. Some of them were nice, especially once they realized that Jo wasn't a threat.
But mostly, Jo was thinking about the others who had shown up in that diner with her. She really needed to seek Mary out, but she was a little scared to do so just now. She also needed to find Dean and they really needed to talk, but she wasn't sure she was ready for that either. And she definitely wasn't ready to face the reality of possibly diverting the future that enabled Mary to exist. There was a lot of guilt about that, even if she knew logically that the future had already been changed when they'd all been abducted.
Her mind was heavy with all of those things as Jo made her way back to the boarding house after her latest gig. She really just wanted to grab a snack and maybe sneak one of the bottles of illicit liquor that she'd stashed in her room and go to bed early. What else was there to do here, really? Certainly not hunting. And a woman out on her own raised a lot of eyebrows and Jo didn't have the patience to deal with that just now.