joanna beth harvelle (makeitlater) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-04-29 19:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, jo harvelle |
Who; Jo Harvelle & Dean Winchester
When; Tonight
Where; The Ice Room
What; IDK, she's not dead and drinking?
Rating; TBD but language probably
So far Jo's first day with guests hadn't been as completely awful as she had thought it could be. She definitely wasn't jumping for joy or anything but she'd managed to get through most of the day without hitting someone, which she figured was pretty good. The fact she had instituted a one for you one for me policy early in her shift probably helped and it was a lot easier to deal with the mind numbing dumb questions with a decent buzz going. But if what she had seen some of the others posting during the day was any indication the questioning could, and would, get much worse. The guest who had asked for PBR and followed it with a "because it was Ash's favourite" was a hard pill to swallow. If only for the way thinking of her friend still cut deep. Her coping strategy after the fire had been to put herself even further off the map till Ellen showed up one day and insisted on tagging along. Running from her problems and the loss of her home though hadn't left much time to actually deal with it and any mention of those lost or the Roadhouse in general hit her like it was just yesterday. She still hated being there in general but after the joke of a paycheck she received, that apparently she was supposed to be grateful for, she had started at least doing her job. Cas had been kind enough to pass off some of his pay for her to buy food, seeing as he didn't really need to eat, but she didn't want to take advantage of the angel's generosity. So she cooperated, on this at least, and served the damn guests their drinks and mostly tried to avoid talking to them as much as possible. The Ice Room seemed to clear out as the night went on and the quiet was nice. She set about cleaning up a little. When she heard the sound of someone walking up to the bar she turned around from wiping up the back counter. "What can I get for..." the last bit died somewhere between her throat and mouth as she came face to face with Dean. She knew it shouldn't really have been that shocking. Sam was there, Cas was there. She was there. But it threw her momentarily. "..you," she finished the interrupted sentence and then smiled a little. "Hi." |