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[swedge]

[ If anyone's been wondering, Jo has been locked up in the Roadhouse, with her finally restocked bar, and doesn't really plan on moving. Door's locked, lights are off, and it's really just her and the bar (and Ash probably somewhere, working on building his laptop or something - she won't let him go very far) and a lot of alcohol. ]

I'm getting really fucking sick of this, to be perfectly honest.

[ Oh. Also should mention that she's been drinking, for a few hours now. Bless her talented soul that she's able to type coherently. ]

I've done everything they've asked. I've got no problem fighting their war, saving their city. Hell, I'll give them all personal fucking thank yous for the bringing me back to life. Really. I'll shake their fucking hands if they want. Get a damn 'you're the best' tattoo.

But is it so much to ask for some people to stick around? Really? They've already got them here. What's so fucking hard about keeping them?

[ There's a pause here that the rest of the network won't see. A good five, ten minutes where Jo is just staring at her bracelet, thinking over if it's worth it or not, before she has another what the hell moment and adds the next bit. ]

What more do they want from me?

[ Losing Sam, Cas and Daphne was rough. Really rough. Jackson? A lot harder. But now Dean Winchester is gone and Jo is kind of tired of all this. Really, really tired. ]

Oh, and The Roadhouse is gonna be closed for the next week. You'll have to find another bar till then.

[ She'd rather not deal with patrons when she's getting really really drunk. And probably angry. And just overall dealing with feelings she's been putting aside for some time now. ]


Filtered; New Camelot & Buffy seeing as she and Ash are what's left of TFW...

Dean's room is up for grabs, if you have anyone left. He's gone. Checked for his name on the network today to make sure he was still gray and...yeah.

So there's another open bed. Wasn't sure if we're like, renting them out at this point or not.

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[mullets]

[ He sees that look, and he raises it with one of his own. Just because he can. ]

You've just gotta put it down. And now downing it all before you do or that hug's gonna happen. And you know something, Jo? My hugs stay with people. People remember my hugs.

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Oh I know about your hugs, Ash. I still remember the one I got a few years ago.

[ she stares at the bottle for a moment or two, taking a breath and a swing before she sets it on the counter. She nods as she swallows it, showing him her hands. ]

Down.

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[ He pretends to inspect her hands and gives an approving nod.

And then, he snatches the bottle up from the counter to finish it off on his own. This is Ash, after all. ]

Ah. Yep. Definitely down. And you're getting a hug anyway.

[ Sorry, Jo. It's happening. ]

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Hey!

[ Damnit Ash, that was hers! She's going to reach for it, slightly inebriated or no, and will probably just end up shoving him a little before she gives up. ]

You're actually a jerk, I hope you know.

[ A+ insults by Jo Harvelle, everyone. But then the hug comment sinks in and she turns to him in mock horror. ]

What? No! You promised!

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[ He just snorts when she shoves him, and leans back over to give her a gentle shove--not enough to push her off her stool, mind you. That would be really rude. ]

Of course I'm a jerk. That's why my promises aren't good for nothing.

[ He grins and even musses up her hair a bit because he's just that annoying. ]

C'mon. Perk up. You've still got me.

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You really are, though.

[ but she's still smiling at him, even after the hair tussle. She's not five, Ash. gosh. ]

Seriously, though. If you leave I'll hunt you down in Heaven just to strangle you.

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Hey. [ STERN LOOK IS A GO. ] Don't joke. Not everybody's got those skills. Just me.

[ But he's grinning and sitting back down beside her again. Can't stay too stern for long, even jokingly so. ]

I ever tell you about the time I popped into Jimmy Hendrix's heaven? Not a whisp of purple haze anywhere in that place, lemme tell you.

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You're just a magic box full of skills, aren't you?

[ ash you gotta stop being so good at cheering her up how is she supposed to brood when you're around. geez. ]

Really? Jimmy Hendrix?

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Sure am. You'd better recognize.

[ He will never stop, okay. He's been kept around for a reason other than sleeping on the pool table, hasn't he? ]

And yeah. Jimmy Hendrix. Really. And you know what? Jim Morrison too. Albert Einstein. Tesla--that man is neat as a pin. You'd think death might've cured his OCD. Man, it's amazing up there, Jo. Next time try not to get lost on the way up, huh?

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[ seeing as they have no reason for a super-genius to track demons and otherwise make their life easier, yeah I guess he needs another purpose.

Her face falls a little when he talks about Heaven, curious and scared all at once as her eyes fall back to the bar. ]

Didn't plan on getting lost the first time.

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[ Being the live-in clown and working on hacking everything everywhere is obviously good enough. Someone has to fill that position.

Sounds like he's said something wrong, though. Whoops. Time to fix that. ]

Hey. Don't sweat it, alright? No one from REO Speedwagon's up there anyway, so you're not missing all that much.

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[ You do have a point there.

And oh god, Jo could make a joke about how her favorite band from the eighties managed to out-live her, but she won't. ]

Maybe I'm caught on earth somewhere, haunting the shit out of some poor trucker.

[ She really wishes Ash didn't take her bottle from her right about now. ]

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[ Oh come onnn he was doing so well cheering her up too why this why now. Besides, Jo, the eighties weren't that long ago. Ash remembers them. It isn't his fault that you don't.

Also, the bottle is pretty much empty now. ]

You really wanna follow a trucker around for the rest of your days? At least go with someone interesting. Like Charlie Sheen.

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[ she was born in the 80s that's not her fault. ]</small. How the hell would I find Charlie Sheen?

[mullets]

[ Yeah

well

he lived the 80s. ]

You'd be a spirit ghost sort of thing. You could find anyone you wanted. Charlie Sheen just kinda sticks out as the obvious choice here.

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That's not how ghosts work, Ash. You have to be connected to something specific. Like a book or a cassette tape. You're not allowed to just float around.

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That's only if you don't have my sort of skills. I teach you my skills, you can float around wherever your little ghostly heart pleased.

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How come you never came to haunt mom and me, then?

[mullets]

Been busy, Jo. You try one of Einstein's White Russians and you end up staying for ten more. After that, you kind of forget what was next on your to-do list.

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You can get drunk in Heaven?

[mullets]

Sure can. And better yet? No hangover.

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See, that sounds like my kind of Heaven.

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Yep, it's pretty damn great. Don't even notice I'm dead half of the time.

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And the other half?

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I probably don't remember anyway because I'm passed out on the pool table.