The concrete walls of the bar were covered in sigils, runes, devil's traps, and other anti-supernatural type symbols...and they were all covered by the faux-wood paneling that Jo had gone with for the decor. While she missed the real stuff, she knew that the false was easier to remove if needed, and thus easier to replace if anything happened to it. In fact, at the moment Jo was closing a small hidden compartment in the wall of her office. Finishing up and checking the time, she figured that Booth would probably be there by now, and decided to head on out into the bar.
As she stepped out of the tiny hallway next to the kitchen, she paused so that her dark eyes could scan the room. She automatically checked where each of her employees were, then followed it up with checking what the patrons were up to. Things seemed pretty quiet that night, so it would be pretty easy to get away with talking to Booth for a little while. Now to just find hi-
His clothes didn't say FBI or cop or anything like it. But his bearing did. She had seen the same confidence in other men before - both legitimate law enforcement, and the occasional Hunter. She even vaguely remembered the same feeling being generated by her dad, all those years before. Heading over to him, the blond reached him just as the bartender on duty set his drink down. She was on the same side of the bar as him, and signaled the 'tender for a beer for herself as she slid on the stool to his left.