𝒢𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔

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Who: Jo Harvelle
When: November
Where: Cadens, Libertas, Nocwich, Bad Lands, Horizon, Execution
What: June Catch-All
Warnings: Drinking, Swearing, Flirting, Hunting


𝒜𝒾𝓃'𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈,
𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒
𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻𝒻,
𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝓃

𝒮𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓅 𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝒾𝑔𝓃, 𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒,
𝓈𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔
𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈,

𝒜 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁, 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉, 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶 𝓌𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓀
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉

[ ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴜᴍ: xɪɪɪ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ || open & closed starters
November Planning Plurk || Will match prose or brackets
wanderlustlover & ɑรรɑรรiɳcɑptɑiɳ#6353 for contact/planning ]

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The Roadhouse keeps its doors open per usual so long as Jo or Dean (even Cas) happens to be upstairs and inside the bar at the time. Ready and willing for those looking for a drink, a place to meet with people, shoot the shit, get a drink, play a round of pool or knife chess, take in some music, or watch some tv or a movie on that big screen Dean installed that Jo's just left there. The jukebox is always playing somewhere in the background and sometimes it seems to shift what it's playing with the moods of it's runners.

The Bunker is, as always, off-limits to all but those who belong downstairs.