Jimmy had called out - apparently his daughter had the flu - and Jo had no problem taking the counter for the night. As a matter of fact, she sometimes like nights like this best, when she could run the place without any other 'tenders. The night was fairly slow, so she'd sent the waitresses home for the evening after giving each an extra twenty bucks for tips they might miss out on. One thing her mom had taught her was to always take care of your employees - it kept them happy, and happy employees stayed loyal.
As she dried out a glass and set it on a towel, she heard a soft, very Southern voice behind her, and glanced over her shoulder. She studied the guy for a moment, picking up another glass to dry off, then set it down and turned to him. "Harvelle's Roadhouse." Mark 2, but that was always added inwardly. "Didn't you see the sign outside, sweetheart?" One eyebrow had risen already, as the athletically petite blond looked him over a little more closely, checking for signs of drunkenness, or worse - drug use. "S'plain as day out there." She knew it was because she'd switched it on herself.