no cover charge, come as you are...

[swedge]

CHARACTERS: Jo Harvelle & YOU
LOCATION: Space Babylon
WARNINGS: Drunken Shenanigans
SUMMARY: No special occasion here, just an open post for anybody that frequents the space bar. mix and mingle, friends. put up open threads for your characters, or talk to Wichita Jo, or. whatever. anything goes!



[ when she'd texted Wichita about asking for her job back, the last thing she'd expected was to be told to take it over for a little while. But this was Wichita, and Jo trusted her privacy enough not to ask questions. the bar will be here when you get back and that was that. So for those who frequent the bar looking for Wichita, you won't find her. Instead, you'll find this blonde here who you've probably seen walking around - she's the only other bartender at this joint, after all.

And now she's running it. Which isn't as difficult as some might thing - sure, she's used to running this place with at least one other person (even back home, at least she had her mom), but Jo's had a lot on her mind and keeping busy helps her keep her head clear. She's bustling around the room, most likely, humming along to whatever vaguely eighties mix she's been able to put together. It's either that or she's behind the bar, mixing drinks and chatting it up like all good bartenders do. Or try to do. ]

Comments

[swedge]

Should be up there with being able to breathe, honestly.

Close quarters can turn friends against each other, let alone people you're already trying to avoid.

[twitterpate]

The damage's done, so there's no fear of that [she tries not to down her new drink too quickly this time.]



But that way, he can't avoid me forever, either.

[swedge]

[ If Jo can keep her talking, maybe she'll take her drink a little more slowly. ]

Are you planning on talking to him? Or is it a mutual avoidance kinda thing?

[twitterpate]

I'm not-- Well, yeah. I'm avoiding him. It's safe for now, yeah? He's impossible to deal with otherwise.

[swedge]

So is there a story or...?

[twitterpate]

Uh... [Alex looks fairly embarrassed for a moment, which doesn't happen very often.] How do I put it? Date gone balls up because I let some charming bloke intimidate me, then I died. [she waves her hand as if dismissing all the necessary info in between] Then I end up here, and he's not sorry about it at all.

I don't reckon he knows the meaning of the word.