Santa Winchester and the Tall Elf
Waking up under the same roof as her mother is something Jo hasn't done in almost two years. The events of the previous week are settling almost into a blur; walking into Harvelle's Roadhouse and not immediately seeing Ash, getting the hug of a lifetime from Ellen, and the expected introductions to the men (and a few women) who were establishing themselves as new regulars.
She's been ending up at one of the shooting games after a couple of beers, watching the truckers flap their mouths about how good their aim was, and two hundred dollars now rests in her back pocket. Some things never change and that's very comforting. She hasn't had the serious talk with her mother yet - it can wait a few more days until Christmas is over and things are a little more settled between them.
Which is why she's outside at the moment, drops of oil splattered here and there on skin and t-shirt while she finishes changing out the oil in her truck, blasting Ozzy as loud as she can get away with and not scare off clientele.
She's been ending up at one of the shooting games after a couple of beers, watching the truckers flap their mouths about how good their aim was, and two hundred dollars now rests in her back pocket. Some things never change and that's very comforting. She hasn't had the serious talk with her mother yet - it can wait a few more days until Christmas is over and things are a little more settled between them.
Which is why she's outside at the moment, drops of oil splattered here and there on skin and t-shirt while she finishes changing out the oil in her truck, blasting Ozzy as loud as she can get away with and not scare off clientele.