Date night for shotgun_waltz

[raisealilhell]

Dean had been an idiot and missed it by a bit. Mixed communication. Now he hoped she came back, because truth be told he always had a little thing for Jo Harvelle. So when they had been flirting and the word date came up he took the opportunity to take her up on it

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[shotgun_waltz]

She teases "But you make it look so effortless."

He did look good though.

Jo was no longer dolled up in her Sunday best, but instead opted for a red tanktop and a nice tight jeans that hugged the curbs all the right places, more than made up for it.

[raisealilhell]

"Gee thanks Jo. I try."

Of course he took a moment to look her over and try to keep his mind out of the gutter. He wanted this date to be nice, if only because Jo was different then any girl. He actually cared for and respected her.

"You look nice."

[shotgun_waltz]

"That's the important thing after all."

Smilingly she shifted back on her boot's heel, nervous with the promises of this date and feeling his eye's inspection. Dean was the one person's who opinion genuinely mattered to her.

Then nodding towards his new get-up, "You don't clean up half bad yourself."

[ooc: Heading to bed. Will pick this up tomorrow. Feel free to contact me through my (AIM: spintherevolver).]

[raisealilhell]

"I wanted to impress you. DId it work?"

He gave her a genuine smile then and headed to the Impala watching her. So far so good, she hadn't turned heel yet.

"Hope you are hungry."

[shotgun_waltz]

If he wasn’t the spitting image of classic cool, she mused. "For a second there, I thought Halloween came early, but yeah, it’s growing on me. Like some strange little James Dean moss," blond huntress teased but that playful curl, tugging at the corners of pert lips, helped eased the blow.

Easing across the pavement towards the Impala, she smiled knowingly, "I am." It was true-- actually, it was an understatement-- after a whole day spent tracking first the last remaining werewolf then wayward Sam, Jo was ravenous. She could have chewed her way through an entire Texas Longhorn, hide and all, but she wouldn’t because Ellen Harvelle had taught her daughter proper manners. After all, it was rude to disembowel your food.

Life on the road was hard, and she was delighted by the opportunity to break the miles of monochromatic monotony with someone she genuinely admired and easy on the eyes, but ever-curious she couldn't resist, "So what are we having? Don't tell me, you're gonna cook for me."

(ooc: Sorry for the delay. Was shaking off a

[raisealilhell]

"Jo I wouldn't wish my cooking even on my worst enemy. It's just be too damn cruel." He smiled and opened the passenger side door for her looking at her. "Ladies first." He did have some of his father's manners, when he chose to use them. "I'm taking you to a nice place. You'll like it." At least he hoped she would.

ooc sorry! I didn't get the notif for this. Hpe you feel better.