𝒢𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔

[tobeclosetohim]

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 ]

Comments

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo looks up from writing in a beaten leather journal—more notes from the last caravan path clean out—to see the unfamiliar woman pointing. Her eyebrows went up, but she followed the pointing finger to the bottle, which Jo tilts her head but doesn't squint at.

"Yeah." She says it matter-of-factly. "That one's a dark ale."

Beat.

"Better than some of their lighter ones, but it's a kick in the pants every swallow, too."

[pathologise]

"A kick in the pants can be a distraction when you need it."

Though that really depended on how much of a kick it was. A few weeks ago? She'd have probably taken as strong as she could get to distract her from being here and now?

"How much of a kick? Or is there a better one to recommend?"

[tobeclosetohim]

"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?"

[pathologise]

"Not that kind of night."

She definitely wasn't seeking that kind of hard, not struggling quite so much after a few weeks here than when she'd first arrived. Maybe she'd come back to that in a few days if she felt the overwhelm again.

"It's been an okay day. Let's go... strong but not going to ruin my night?" She wasn't thinking about the morning, that was a future problem and she was more than used to that part.

"It feels silly to ask if I'll recognise anything but... will I?"

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo gave a small whistle and raised some fingers to let the barkeep know when he had a moment, they needed him. If she still lived here, she might have just rounded the bar & got it to help him (especially if it'd been Inej on shift instead). But her mama raised her to have more class than that, even in the backend of a nowhere rough and tough hunter bar.

"I'd say that really depends on where you're from," is honest, if even that much has her sounding doubtful as she finishes. "But nine times out of ten, no. Usually, the familiar stuff is in the horizon or comes out of one of the weirder powers people get."