[ Jo sinks another ball, having only two left, and she's about to line about the second to last when the door opens and closes. She's pretty sure when Dean brought her here the first time, the screen didn't quite make the right sound, but the longer she's here, the more things smooth out. It sounds right, that barely perceptible, almost squeak they'd all get around to oiling when the world wasn't ending.

She stops a combination of leaning her hip on the pool table and the pool cue set with its end the floor, a smirk starting to cross her mouth even as she starts. ]

Hey. Look who it is—all upright and everything.


You aren't looking for a new napping spot, right?
This table is currently occupado.