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[tobeclosetohim]

Strike One.

The Bar is a disaster area. Bottles fallen everywhere.
Broken. In pieces. Wait rats still working everywhere.

Strike Two.

There is a green glow hologram floating over her bar.
No. Not kidding. A green glow hologram over her bar.

Strike Three."What do you mean we only have these ingredients? We stock several universes

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[hear_the_voices]

"Apocalypses everywhere, and not a drop to drink.

"Though I suppose I could ask you to do something about that last.

"Hello, Jo."

[tobeclosetohim]

Another dustpan of sticky glass is dumped first.
When she looks to see . . .

She still hasn't settled on what should go there.
Adult Anna? Angel Anna? AA, completely ambiguous?
With the double meaning fitting in there, too?

"So, now on both sides of my Door."

[hear_the_voices]

"Lucky us.

"Need a hand?"

[tobeclosetohim]

"Yeah. Thanks." Beat. "I'm not picky."

Even if her shoes are sticking.

"The medical area calling for help took precedence."

[thursdays_angel]

A(nother) angel has appeared by the Bar.

Castiel eyes Jo quizzically.

"You seem to be experiencing irritation."

And a small tornado, by the look of things.

[tobeclosetohim]

"Hey." Is only a little awkward.

She doesn't know. Whether she's not talking about things.
Sane questions she didn't ask before sleeping that night.

"And, yeah, I'm not peaches and cream with the crap everywhere."

Or being informed to make the best of what wasn't broken.
Not that she can't. But she'd like more time.

Or Answers. Answers would be great.

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel looks over the carnage.

"There was a fight?"

X will be annoyed.

[tobeclosetohim]

"Or an earthquake."

"Or a temper tantrum."

"Or a spell gone wrong."

"Or." Jo shrugged. "Anything."

[makesthings]

Sam feels nervous, he's used to a sense of impending doom at home, it's uncomfortable here.

When he approaches the Bar, he first stares at the green crystal and his hand is just going to stay on his sword as he looks at Jo, "I'll help clean up. Do you know why things feel so wrong?"

[tobeclosetohim]

"Because there are a lot of people shouting for help?"

It's sharp. So. "Thanks, too. The bar could use it."

Jo held out a dust pan. Looking around.

[makesthings]

He's used to people being sharp with him and nods as he moves towards one of the worst areas of spills and takes the dust pan,

"I'll clean up all those fallen bottles and I can fix those shelves pretty easily."

[tobeclosetohim]

"If you could get the shelves, that would be life saving."

"Then there'd be somewhere to stack salvagable."

[theunsmiling]

"Will cleaning up all parts of the bar nab a person half-off more than one drink?"

The skinny woman seated at the bar has her chin propped up in one hand, jade green gaze flicking between the specials board, tonight's bartender, and the mess that's been made of the local environment.

It's a skill.

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo turned back from dropping another broken bottle.

"Yeah." Catching sight of her. "I could see to that."
Really without pause. It's Milliways. There are Gods.

[theunsmiling]

"Generous."

Michael does not crack a smile.

"How long will you give me?"

She leans back on her barstool, revealing a red T-shirt that reads 'Even Overachievers Need a Day Off'.

Previously it had been hidden by the front of her jean jacket.

These things happen.

[tobeclosetohim]

It is worth a look.

"A few days. Maybe three."

Because they could clean it. Would.

"For the bar area."

"For the whole bar, a week. Maybe an' a half."