[locked] i learned how to make a living out of making mistakes.

[yourwonderings]

Thing is, Jo's used to tending bar. She's a damn professional at it by now. She's used to tending bar for hunters. She's used to listening to their stories, used to the smell of nicotine and whiskey lingering long after they came in with a cocky swagger and a wound or two. Even after she'd left the Roadhouse and started working on her own, she'd

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[thehandsomeone]

After a year plus in Chicago, a year working at the Luna Bar, Dean's mostly gotten used to the pros and cons of the place. He likes the free drinks, likes the food, and occasionally relishes the opportunity to kick drunk morons out on their asses with a nod from his boss. The place comes with eye candy, and lucky for Dean, he gets fewer sob stories and more drunken flirting.

Which can be embarrassing all on his own considering the wide variety of clientèle, but there you go.

Thing is, though, Dean still gets bored. Serving drinks and settling fights is probably the best straight occupation he could find, but slow nights like this make it painfully obvious just how much it's missing, too

[yourwonderings]

If Jo is honest with herself, she's curious to see Dean working on something that doesn't involve hunting. She's aware of how well-acquainted Dean and alcohol are, but he's usually the one being served the drinks. It'll be a nice change to have the roles reversed for once.

If Jo is feeling particularly honest with herself, she'd also just admit she wanted to see him. Unfortunately--or fortunately as the case may be--Jo's never really particularly honest with herself when it comes to this. It's worked for her just fine since she landed in Chicago.

She walks over to Dean once she spots him, all cocky intent and leather jacket and a smile that speaks for itself.

She lifts a brow that's meant to show how unimpressed she is with your greeting skills, Dean.

"That kind of attitude? Don't think you're much of a competition there, princess. Also explains why the place is empty." She slides onto the stool, leaning forward with a smirky smirk that smirks. "Figured you could someone to keep you on your toes and keep you outta trouble. You're

[thehandsomeone]

Honesty and Dean don't get along too well either, Jo. Especially where women are involved. It's just one big party.

For example, Dean does a pretty terrible job at acting like he's at all offended at Jo's little verbal beating. He scowls, sure, but his eyes say something a little different. So Dean's sort of a masochist. Whatever.

"Aww, Jo," Dean teases, shaking his head, "you're always lookin' out for me. It's like you got nothin' better to do." Then he adds, matching her smirk for smirk, "Trust me, sweetheart, we do just fine most nights." Which is true - Dean just gets restless, and hey, it's Wednesday. Not the busiest night, even in Chicago.

The guy beside Jo does more than glance back, but Dean chooses to ignore that for now. He also does not realize what Jo's looking for. He does, however, use this moment to slide into his charming bartender act, mostly to see if he can get a laugh out of Jo. Or get her to glare at him - he's not all that picky. "So, darlin'," he says, leaning forward just a little, "What'll it be?"

[yourwonderings]

They can swim together in their rivers of denial, maybe get a nice tan while they're at it!

Jo's a little rusty on her tactics of verbally beating him black and blue whenever she gets the chance. Lately she'd been taking the physical route and it's hard to get any satisfaction out of it when he seems to get a kick out of both. That and her fist hurts.

Masochist indeed. Hobag, the narration is compelled to add.

"Don't read too much into it. I'm just doin' my good samaritan act of the day, is all. I got a few hours to kill and I'm here to collect," she answers without missing a beat. The guy in the corner gets pretty much ignored. That or Jo doesn't notice. It's hard to tell.

Her reaction is actually a combination of both. There's a narrowed glare and a small puff of laughter--she does not doubt many fall for the charming bartender act. Jo props her chin on one hand, a practiced, innocent expression on her face accompanied with a smooth drawl. "Gee golly, mister, what do you recommend?"