Who: Bela Talbot and Jo Harvelle What: Drinking and deception Where: The Roadhouse When: Early Evening Rating: Low Status: In Progress
To most, it would be a stupid idea. For someone like Bela Talbot to walk into the new version of the Roadhouse would be considered dangerous. But she needed to know some things about the world, so changed from how she'd left it. And Jo Harvelle seemed like her way in. The girl had never met her. Didn't know her at all, and if she played this right she might get some information out of it, she could play a hunter as easily as anything else, talk the talk. It was all very easy for her. It was the best thing she could do for now, and of course there was the fact that she could really desperately do with a drink. So it was to Harvelle's she went, proud of the fact she'd once again managed to land on her feet and already working on getting herself back on track to the lifestyle she had enjoyed before her death. That and revenge on the Winchesters. Time in hell had twisted things just enough for Bela to understand she never wanted to go back there. And giving hell information on the brothers and those that surrounded them was her way of staying out.
Plus revenge would be nice. They hadn't helped her. Some would say she hadn't helped them. Bela didn't care.
Stepping over the traps on the floor toward the bar, Bela looked around for bar staff hoping Harvelle was in. She should be. Bela had made sure it was one of the nights she was working. "I'll have a beer" she said, trying to play down the elegance she'd cultivated for herself, she'd even dressed pretty simply, in jeans and a particularly nice top she'd...well, stolen, if she was honest. She had to act like she was one of them. A Hunter, just another Hunter. She knew well she could talk the talk. But she could hardly walk the walk.