Who: Jo Harvelle & Dean Winchester Where: Their room When: Laaaate tonight Rating: TBD Status: In progress, closed
Drunkenness aside, Jo was damn glad that the place she was staying in was just next door to Sam's, because it was a lot easier to make her way back. She didn't get this drunk that often, but when she did, she had a habit of getting absolutely hammered. Despite knowing she was drunk, Jo was fairly sure she was at the right room when she encountered a door just a few step away from the one she'd come out of. It had to be her...apartment...right? Pushing open the door, she gave a quiet cheer when it swung inwards, smiling triumphantly. See, she did pick the right room. Nudging the door shut, she had to lean against it a moment to keep from falling over, then braced herself on the frame as she reached down to try and take off her boots.
The world tilted, and Jo straightened again, reeling a little. Deciding to toe the boot off instead, she did so, then started to stumble her way across the living room towards what she thought was her bedroom door. Because it was so freaking hot in there (which was weird because weren't castles supposed to be cold and drafty?) she started to pull off her clothes as she walked. Shirt and tank top first, along with her bra, then as she pushed open her door and stepped into her bedroom, she wriggled carefully out of jeans and underwear. Stumbling over to the bed, Jo sat on the edge and very carefully peeled off her socks, dropping them on the floor. Pulling back the covers, she slid in and barely even noticed the warm form already there. Instead, her eye closed and she started to drift off a little.