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[huntersdaughter]

Who: Jo Harvelle Max Guevara, Alaric Saltzman -- and SOMEONE?
Where: Corner booth at the Lux.
When: Late, a bit before/after closing. Mostly after this conversation with Sam.
What: Drinking. Lots of drinking and feeling like shit.
Note: ANYONE is welcome. PROSE or [SPAM] is a-okay with me

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[huntersdaughter]

[Jo was fidgeting with the bottle when Alaric came over. It wasn't as if she wanted to be a depressing sad-sack of an alcoholic, but at the moment she wasn't sure if her other coping methods would actually help. Taking a slow breath, she went to gesture to the open seat, but then realized she only had the one glass in front of herself.]

If you want a drink, you'll have to fetch a glass first - but you're welcome to join me. I'll be less of an alcoholic if I don't drink alone.

[huntersdaughter]

[She took in a deep breath, sighing as she exhaled it through her nose.]

No, I guess it'd eat away at my profits and stock pretty quick. [At his offer for food, she smiled a bit.]

A mean sandwich? What if I wanted a friendly one?

[whatialways_do]

Max had seen Jo drink before, but this was different. She knew the difference between drinking for fun and 'give me the bottle so I can drown myself'. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she was worried. Jo wasn't the drown herself type -- at least not in the time that she knew her. Which meant something had happened, which wasn't exactly giving Max the warm and fuzzies.

She wandered over as she wiped down the tables for the end of the night, before nodding to the bottle.

"What's the occasion?"

[huntersdaughter]

Mid-swallow of another drink, Jo glanced up from behind the rim of the glass. When she finished that, her hand set the glass down easily, shrugging in response to Max and her question.

"No occasion. Just figured I could drink a bit more tonight."

[whatialways_do]

Max nodded a bit, making her way over to the next table and tipping her head to the side. "Wasn't that busy a night. Didn't realize that a slow night was an occasion for drinking."

Back home, maybe. Here in the castle, not so much.

[huntersdaughter]

Jo shook her head, then slowly let it thunk to the surface of the table. She was pretty sure her hair was in that glass.

"Things are weird."