"Like you said—" Jo throws the woman a golden half-smirk before looking back to the wall with an appraising air. "Depends on what you're looking for."

"I like it, but I usually save it for the nights right after I get back from being out on a hunt or guarding a caravan. Doesn't help I've got my own stock at home since we all moved out of here, too, and it's curated to what I like best."

She could say "we" on that part, but she doesn't. The Winchester would drink whatever they could get, and Jo, who was raised in a bar, has a lot higher standards even for her swill options, no less her must-have.

"What kind of a night are you having?"