Jo was mostly in the same boat as Heather, lacking the ridiculousness. But it was kind of nice to have people to do the ridiculous things with she had decided. Having grown up in the situation she had the girl didn't have many friends as a kid, let alone girlfriends to act retarded with, so she figured she might as well make up for it now.
If asked she would more than blame driving a beat up truck around the country for over a year on her own for the knowledge of all things Spice, but really she was certain it was somehow coded into the DNA of all females. Jo grinned a bit at Heather's comment and lifted the mic the karaoke guy had handed to her up to her mouth. "The fake spice girls need another round please and thank you," she said glancing to the guy behind the bar, a nice fellow by the name of Mitch that she had already made friends with.