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[tobeclosetohim]

It took about twenty minutes of being home for Jo to find first Rachel's note on her table and then to get from someone else down the street that Dean's gone

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[amazonofthe21st]

[OOC: JO JO JO JO JO! <333]

[tobeclosetohim]

[OOC: *snuggles you**]

[amazonofthe21st]

[OOC: *snuggles back cuddleishly* Obviously, I did not think that Rachel and Jo had enough to fight about. Thus: NOTE.]

[ineveryport]

Jack has this way of getting downstairs that involves more banister that stairs, and more jumping than actual walking. It's very... swashbuckly.

Anyway, now he's in the hallway. "I'm here."

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo's still fuming and throwing, finishing up one sentence with that inconsiderate egotistical bastard as the feet find the floor behind her and a voice finds her ears.

"I'm leaving. Now. I'm fucking tired of this waiting around and nothing happening. You can come or can stay the hell here."

She's also gesturing through this with the biretta that hasn't made into the bag yet.

[ineveryport]

"I'll come," Jack says. It's not like he needs to get ready or anything.

"Where?"

[tobeclosetohim]

"Road House." The gun gets thrown into the bag, before she treks to the kitchen returning with three bottles of water. "Now."