The Rift has decided to act up during the fourteenth of February. It inflicts people with embarrassing and ridiculous Valentine-holiday-related things
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Jo Harvelle does not like bartending on Valentine's Day. Everyone sees it fit to tell her their sob story. I thought he was the one! I can't believe he cheated on me with my best friend! I really thought we'd work it out this time. The girl can't be sympathetic when other shit's going down that's far more important, you know what she's saying?
Anyway. The Crowbar seems to be a mix of mush and spit-swapping and just a dash of heartbreak.
Which isn't the real reason she's annoyed.
The real reason she's annoyed is no one can say hello to her without this song playing in the background, seemingly out of thin air.
She'll serve you your drink and give you music, apparently.
Sonny is around. He has been observing the shenanigans all day, and he has mostly been amused by them. It's more entertaining than watching and listening to people swap spit all day. He could tell them all to cut it out, but all this making out is good for business.
He has been observing Jo's predicament for awhile.
It's why in a moment of lull, he'll walk up to her and say, "Hello Jo." And then he sways to the music when it clicks on. "Just wanted to hear the song."
Jo's picking up empty beer bottles when she hears the greeting. It is, of course, followed immediately after by the song blasting at full volume. More than a feeling, when I hear that song they used to play, I begin dreaming...
Looks are sent her way. Jo meets them with daggers in her eyes and the patrons immediately look away. Some people know what's best for them.
"Real funny," she bites out, gaze drawn to Sonny. A hand's placed square at her hip. It means business.
Sonny smirks at the look on her face when the song comes on again over the airwaves. He cannot keep himself from smirking. This is all entertaining to him, and he has trouble hiding the fact.
"Yeah, I thought so."
He clears his throat. Right, these women are ... somewhat intimidating when they're angered.
"If it makes you feel any better, I don't think it's permanent. Most likely one of those 24 hour things brought to you by Valentine's Day."
Figures everyone in the Crowbar would be affected in some way except its owner. It's like the Rift knows better than to piss of Sonny. One would think it'd also know better than to piss of Jo Harvelle.
Don't worry, Sonny. Jo would never shoot your dick off. She likes you!
"Doesn't make me feel better," she says with a scowl as the song keeps playing. Yes, it keeps on playing until it's over, from start to finish, and all it takes is for someone to say hello. "But the effort's appreciated."
A small groan nearly escapes her, and the scowl darkens. "You don't happen to know of any remedy that would speed up this process, would ya?"
Seriously, she can't go on a whole day with this damn song.
The Rift knows better... or maybe the Rift and Sonny are secretly bffs. One way or another, it does not often inflict him with embarrassing maladies such as this one. Maybe cause he knows cures for most of it.
Sonny appreciates this! His dick does not grow back, and he would like to keep it.
He has to fight to keep from smiling at the scowl on her face. "Hey, I do what I can. I'll put in any effort to make your day a little brighter. I'm a shiny knight in armor. A real charming guy. But I know you figured that out by now."
He smirks. Sonny may have a few ideas, but this is really fucking amusing. "Hmm... I'd have to think about it," he says in response all casual like, ahem.
It's a good song, Jo. But he is teasing. It's all said because he likes you so much, Jo.
"I offered the job to your special male friend by the way."
Nice subject change, Sonny. Are you looking to get hit tonight?
Jo's hand is still square at her hip. The other hand is flattened on the surface of the bar's counter, and she doesn't look any more amused than she did only minutes ago, Sonny.
Which is to say, she doesn't look amused at all.
"What's there to think about?" Jo asks, and it's clear she is trying not to be such a snot about it but there is a lot of annoyance, Sonny.
Mostly directed at the world and the Rift and all the couples playing tonsil hockey all around the bar. "You'd think this was the damn love boat," she mutters underneath her breath, and then Sonny says that and it catches her attention.
"You can just call him Dean," she says in a deadpanned manner. And then, curiously, "What'd he say?"
Sonny knows better than to poke the metaphorical bear too much, but he cannot help but be incredibly amused here, Jo. Sorry. He is not really even trying to reign it back.
"I don't know, Jo. This is kind of entertaining. This could become your theme song."
He is equally annoyed with all of the couples around them, yes. Sonny makes a face in the general direction of the rest of the bar. "Yeah, well, love is in the air. Knowing the Rift, that's quite possibly a literal thing."
Sonny smirks at her deadpan. "Well, I gave him the shpeel about how it's not safe." How he's lost people before. "Same one I gave to you, and he said he's used to poking fires and would rather be kicking this city's ass back into shape than anything else. So he's on board."
"I could think of worse alternatives, but that'd just be tempting fate a little too much," she keeps muttering about. The holiday in itself is annoying. All the hearts and chocolates and mushy sentiments.
She's a girl, okay, that doesn't mean she's into this hearts bullshit.
"As long as it's not a temporary thing, I guess I'll put up with it," she says with a sigh, tossing the rag onto the counter. The guy sitting across from them is pulled into a curvy girl's lap and they proceed to swap spit. She isn't sure they've even introduced themselves to each other. Well then.
Jo grows serious at the reminder. She doesn't take that loss lightly, having lost her own father and... mother. "I thought he might be. Hunting where we're from, it's not so much something you do, it's... something you are."
Dean's always going to fall back on it. For one reason or another.
"Yeah, I wouldn't tempt fate much in this city especially," Sonny says and then smirks. "Knowing the Rift, it'd smite you with a few more Valentine's Day related maladies for giving it the courtesy of listing off some worse alternatives. You'd have the song playing and a number of other curses to deal with. At least the song only plays with the trigger."
Instead of nonstop, looped playing. If that were the case, Sonny would find the cure or lock her in a soundproof room. Er... ahem.
"Unfortunately, we don't have much of a choice," he says, folding his arms across his chest. "Well, we do. We could go around poking them all with a hot fire poker in the ass until they left, but I'm looking to take in all the money we can at this particular time frame. We need it."
They're not hurting for money yet but they do have two big cases open simultaneously
( ... )
Jo knows when Sonny's about to go on a tangent when she hears it. And surely enough, there it is. Despite the malady the Rift seems to have afflicted her with, she cocks her head to the side and listens with the smallest hint of amusement on her face
( ... )
Sonny goes off on tangents often. It is good that she has recognized these moments so she can know when to sit back and be amused basically. Ahem
( ... )
Jo snorts softly and points at him. "Long as you remember you gave me permission to toss them out," Jo says, not that she really needs anyone's permission to do something and if people annoyed her badly enough she'd find a way to drive them out regardless but--
It's nice to have the boss's approval, alright?
Jo studies him thoughtfully, leaning against the bar. The sad smile reaches a part of her that often remains very hidden. It's the part of her that was once a girl in pigtails, waiting for her father who never came home.
"Maybe 'cause it is that simple, Sonny," she asys quietly. "It ain't easy, far from it, but it's simple. You have something to do, and you get it done, no matter what it takes."
The rest, in her opinion, is people complicating themselves.
"I will definitely remember that. Look I don't want my bar turning into a cesspool and breeding ground for babies and STDs. I think people can handle getting kicked out for a sickening amount of PDA," Sonny says with a smirk, knowing that she doesn't really need the permission if someone annoyed her badly enough.
However, he is giving her stipulations this time which would give her more reason to kick someone out if she wanted. Sometimes he's nice and... giving.
"I don't know that I've ever viewed it as being simple, any of it. Sometimes knowing what to do is the problem. Sometimes you've got five fuckin' things to do and a good chunk of those things contradicts each other," Sonny says, and he shakes his head allowing the sad smile to fall for the time being.
Not many people ever get to see it. If everyone wasn't too busy playing tonsil hockey to notice it, he wouldn't have allowed it out in the middle of the bar.
Not many people get to see the softer side of Jo either, Sonny, so consider yourself a snowflake. She doesn't make mention to the rarity of the moment, and she knows he won't either. Some things just aren't spoken of, and it's a hunter thing, too.
"Sometimes making a mess is unavoidable. Sometimes you gotta walk straight trhough the fire to get to the other side. But you know, all you can do at that point is follow your gut," Jo says, and it's one thing she's learned as she becomes a hunter. She'll get advice left and right, and some of it may be far wiser than what she ends up doing--but she has to trust her instincts.
If she's wrong, she's wrong, but she can't trust anybody else's.
"So..." Insert smirk here. "What, Sonny, no Valentine?"
Aw, kids! The narration loves them so much. He knows that the softer side of Jo is not seen by many either. They won't mention it because they both know.
He looks up at her when she speaks, and his hand slides behind his neck for a moment. "Yeah, I know it. There's no rulebook." And he has made mistakes before following his gut but there's nothing else to do especially in a place like this. It's good to have the reminder anyway
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Anyway. The Crowbar seems to be a mix of mush and spit-swapping and just a dash of heartbreak.
Which isn't the real reason she's annoyed.
The real reason she's annoyed is no one can say hello to her without this song playing in the background, seemingly out of thin air.
She'll serve you your drink and give you music, apparently.
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He has been observing Jo's predicament for awhile.
It's why in a moment of lull, he'll walk up to her and say, "Hello Jo." And then he sways to the music when it clicks on. "Just wanted to hear the song."
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Looks are sent her way. Jo meets them with daggers in her eyes and the patrons immediately look away. Some people know what's best for them.
"Real funny," she bites out, gaze drawn to Sonny. A hand's placed square at her hip. It means business.
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"Yeah, I thought so."
He clears his throat. Right, these women are ... somewhat intimidating when they're angered.
"If it makes you feel any better, I don't think it's permanent. Most likely one of those 24 hour things brought to you by Valentine's Day."
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Don't worry, Sonny. Jo would never shoot your dick off. She likes you!
"Doesn't make me feel better," she says with a scowl as the song keeps playing. Yes, it keeps on playing until it's over, from start to finish, and all it takes is for someone to say hello. "But the effort's appreciated."
A small groan nearly escapes her, and the scowl darkens. "You don't happen to know of any remedy that would speed up this process, would ya?"
Seriously, she can't go on a whole day with this damn song.
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Sonny appreciates this! His dick does not grow back, and he would like to keep it.
He has to fight to keep from smiling at the scowl on her face. "Hey, I do what I can. I'll put in any effort to make your day a little brighter. I'm a shiny knight in armor. A real charming guy. But I know you figured that out by now."
He smirks. Sonny may have a few ideas, but this is really fucking amusing. "Hmm... I'd have to think about it," he says in response all casual like, ahem.
It's a good song, Jo. But he is teasing. It's all said because he likes you so much, Jo.
"I offered the job to your special male friend by the way."
Nice subject change, Sonny. Are you looking to get hit tonight?
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Which is to say, she doesn't look amused at all.
"What's there to think about?" Jo asks, and it's clear she is trying not to be such a snot about it but there is a lot of annoyance, Sonny.
Mostly directed at the world and the Rift and all the couples playing tonsil hockey all around the bar. "You'd think this was the damn love boat," she mutters underneath her breath, and then Sonny says that and it catches her attention.
"You can just call him Dean," she says in a deadpanned manner. And then, curiously, "What'd he say?"
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"I don't know, Jo. This is kind of entertaining. This could become your theme song."
He is equally annoyed with all of the couples around them, yes. Sonny makes a face in the general direction of the rest of the bar. "Yeah, well, love is in the air. Knowing the Rift, that's quite possibly a literal thing."
Sonny smirks at her deadpan. "Well, I gave him the shpeel about how it's not safe." How he's lost people before. "Same one I gave to you, and he said he's used to poking fires and would rather be kicking this city's ass back into shape than anything else. So he's on board."
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"I could think of worse alternatives, but that'd just be tempting fate a little too much," she keeps muttering about. The holiday in itself is annoying. All the hearts and chocolates and mushy sentiments.
She's a girl, okay, that doesn't mean she's into this hearts bullshit.
"As long as it's not a temporary thing, I guess I'll put up with it," she says with a sigh, tossing the rag onto the counter. The guy sitting across from them is pulled into a curvy girl's lap and they proceed to swap spit. She isn't sure they've even introduced themselves to each other. Well then.
Jo grows serious at the reminder. She doesn't take that loss lightly, having lost her own father and... mother. "I thought he might be. Hunting where we're from, it's not so much something you do, it's... something you are."
Dean's always going to fall back on it. For one reason or another.
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"Yeah, I wouldn't tempt fate much in this city especially," Sonny says and then smirks. "Knowing the Rift, it'd smite you with a few more Valentine's Day related maladies for giving it the courtesy of listing off some worse alternatives. You'd have the song playing and a number of other curses to deal with. At least the song only plays with the trigger."
Instead of nonstop, looped playing. If that were the case, Sonny would find the cure or lock her in a soundproof room. Er... ahem.
"Unfortunately, we don't have much of a choice," he says, folding his arms across his chest. "Well, we do. We could go around poking them all with a hot fire poker in the ass until they left, but I'm looking to take in all the money we can at this particular time frame. We need it."
They're not hurting for money yet but they do have two big cases open simultaneously ( ... )
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It's nice to have the boss's approval, alright?
Jo studies him thoughtfully, leaning against the bar. The sad smile reaches a part of her that often remains very hidden. It's the part of her that was once a girl in pigtails, waiting for her father who never came home.
"Maybe 'cause it is that simple, Sonny," she asys quietly. "It ain't easy, far from it, but it's simple. You have something to do, and you get it done, no matter what it takes."
The rest, in her opinion, is people complicating themselves.
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However, he is giving her stipulations this time which would give her more reason to kick someone out if she wanted. Sometimes he's nice and... giving.
"I don't know that I've ever viewed it as being simple, any of it. Sometimes knowing what to do is the problem. Sometimes you've got five fuckin' things to do and a good chunk of those things contradicts each other," Sonny says, and he shakes his head allowing the sad smile to fall for the time being.
Not many people ever get to see it. If everyone wasn't too busy playing tonsil hockey to notice it, he wouldn't have allowed it out in the middle of the bar.
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"Sometimes making a mess is unavoidable. Sometimes you gotta walk straight trhough the fire to get to the other side. But you know, all you can do at that point is follow your gut," Jo says, and it's one thing she's learned as she becomes a hunter. She'll get advice left and right, and some of it may be far wiser than what she ends up doing--but she has to trust her instincts.
If she's wrong, she's wrong, but she can't trust anybody else's.
"So..." Insert smirk here. "What, Sonny, no Valentine?"
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He looks up at her when she speaks, and his hand slides behind his neck for a moment. "Yeah, I know it. There's no rulebook." And he has made mistakes before following his gut but there's nothing else to do especially in a place like this. It's good to have the reminder anyway ( ... )
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