Cordelia was feeling Mightily Accomplished and all Domestic-Goddess-y that morning. She'd woke up early and headed to the kitchen, an ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS plan in play
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Jo had only come into the compound to go to the bathroom, but the jukebox suddenly coming to life intrigued her. It was a little creepy, but a self-playing jukebox on a sunny, tropical island without vampires, demons or ghosts? That's a slice of creepy Jo could handle.
It wasn't just the jukebox, though. There was a girl dancing in the rec room, her eyes closed, looking completely blissed out. Quirking an eyebrow, Jo turned to go, thinking she should probably leave the girl to her music, but just as luck would have it, she tripped over a chair on her way out. The chair clattered to the floor and Jo swore.
"Yeah, it's practically possessed," Jo said, righting the chair. Oops, bad pun, but if she couldn't make light of the situation, and situations past, then she'd probably go crazy of the weird.
"Sorry," she added, turning back to the dancing girl - who was no longer dancing, because Jo couldn't manage to avoid a chair. "Didn't mean to interrupt your moment there."
"Practically, but not quite," Cordelia said with authority. "Shows no signs of demon-y badness, so I'd say you're not in a whole lot of danger." With a wink, she added, "Yet."
Behind her, the jukebox clicked, another disc sliding into place. A familiar song, something from Booker T and the MGs, began to play. "Oh, it was only a moment. No big." Cordelia waved a hand dismissively.
Sighing, Jo ran a hand through her hair. Was there anyone on the island who wasn't involved in the demon business? On one hand, it was kind of reassuring, to know that she wasn't coming from a world that was crazy, but on the other hand, it seemed that the craziness was kind of following her.
"Demons, huh," she muttered, but chose not to elaborate. Instead, she glanced at the jukebox, and then back to the girl. "Well, good. I would've hated for us to have gotten off on the wrong foot. Oh, hi, I'm Jo."
"I heard that," Cordelia announced pointedly before offering her hand. "And I'm Cordelia."
Offering Jo an encouraging sort of smile, she added, "And really, not all demons are bad. Just most of them. The ugly ones. Or the ones who try to auction you off so creepy rich people can buy your eyeballs just because you had a vision or two."
Stepping forward to shake her hand, Jo smiled hesitantly. "I've never met a demon that wasn't bad," she said, half-shrugging. "And I've never been auctioned off... you'll have to explain that one to me sometime. So are you a hunter too?"
It wasn't just the jukebox, though. There was a girl dancing in the rec room, her eyes closed, looking completely blissed out. Quirking an eyebrow, Jo turned to go, thinking she should probably leave the girl to her music, but just as luck would have it, she tripped over a chair on her way out. The chair clattered to the floor and Jo swore.
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Eyes opened wide, she whirled toward the source of the disturbance. A girl she didn't recognize was there, seeming to be rather annoyed.
"Better watch that furniture," Cordelia advised, eyes sparkling bemusedly. "Tends to jump out and bite ya."
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"Sorry," she added, turning back to the dancing girl - who was no longer dancing, because Jo couldn't manage to avoid a chair. "Didn't mean to interrupt your moment there."
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Behind her, the jukebox clicked, another disc sliding into place. A familiar song, something from Booker T and the MGs, began to play. "Oh, it was only a moment. No big." Cordelia waved a hand dismissively.
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"Demons, huh," she muttered, but chose not to elaborate. Instead, she glanced at the jukebox, and then back to the girl. "Well, good. I would've hated for us to have gotten off on the wrong foot. Oh, hi, I'm Jo."
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Offering Jo an encouraging sort of smile, she added, "And really, not all demons are bad. Just most of them. The ugly ones. Or the ones who try to auction you off so creepy rich people can buy your eyeballs just because you had a vision or two."
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