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"Why the hell not--"
There's a shrug from the blonde at the door, who's easily shifting empty beer bottles in her hands. She's supposed to be cleaning but it's been a few weeks since she's been in (and she doesn't yet know it's been over seven months here).
The bottles get set on the Bar with a small clatter, the same time as the napkin reading Would you like something? appears. Jo tilted her head at it, lips pressing flat.
She was tired of the smell of cheap beer. It was one of those days she was sure it would never wash out of her skin or vacate her nose. She swore she could taste it just breathing in. She reached up and scrubbed a hand over her face. When she looked down again, the note (and beer bottles) had been replaced with a cup of coffee.
"Marry me," Jo declared, sinking on to a stool and pulling the mug into her hands.
There's a shrug from the blonde at the door, who's easily shifting empty beer bottles in her hands. She's supposed to be cleaning but it's been a few weeks since she's been in (and she doesn't yet know it's been over seven months here).
The bottles get set on the Bar with a small clatter, the same time as the napkin reading Would you like something? appears. Jo tilted her head at it, lips pressing flat.
She was tired of the smell of cheap beer. It was one of those days she was sure it would never wash out of her skin or vacate her nose. She swore she could taste it just breathing in. She reached up and scrubbed a hand over her face. When she looked down again, the note (and beer bottles) had been replaced with a cup of coffee.
"Marry me," Jo declared, sinking on to a stool and pulling the mug into her hands.