open ✘ now that i'm still standing i've got something left to prove.
It was supposed to be just another day. Jo Harvelle woke up without much of a fuss, having completely forgotten one very pertinent detail about the day. It's April 7th, which means it is, in fact, her birthday. It's not as if she's put too much stock into celebrating the day, but the realization hits like a sledgehammer.
She fell through the Rift on her birthday.
That means she has been in Chicago for a whole year. So much has changed in that year alone. She has changed in that year alone, but so much remains the same, too. She misses Ash. She misses the Roadhouse. She misses her mother, but that's a quiet, persistent sort of missing. Jo doesn't let emotions cripple her, but she does let herself feel them from time to time.
And so, with that realization in mind, she finds herself at a bar. Jo in a bar is not a strange occurrence. She has, after all, tended bar her whole life. Only today she has decided she is not going to be the one serving drinks. She has one in front of her instead. And while she hasn't taken many sips from it, she keeps it there while she contemplates. Jo normally isn't one for introspection, but this piece of news almost demands it, she thinks.
Also, there is a technicolor butterfly fluttering around her in circles, singing Happy Birthday.
No, really.
She fell through the Rift on her birthday.
That means she has been in Chicago for a whole year. So much has changed in that year alone. She has changed in that year alone, but so much remains the same, too. She misses Ash. She misses the Roadhouse. She misses her mother, but that's a quiet, persistent sort of missing. Jo doesn't let emotions cripple her, but she does let herself feel them from time to time.
And so, with that realization in mind, she finds herself at a bar. Jo in a bar is not a strange occurrence. She has, after all, tended bar her whole life. Only today she has decided she is not going to be the one serving drinks. She has one in front of her instead. And while she hasn't taken many sips from it, she keeps it there while she contemplates. Jo normally isn't one for introspection, but this piece of news almost demands it, she thinks.
Also, there is a technicolor butterfly fluttering around her in circles, singing Happy Birthday.
No, really.