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[tobeclosetohim]

Jo's dressed in long sleeve flannel and jeans, both nice but loose.
Out of the left wrist is peeking a white-and-blue wrist splint.
Her night starts with arguing with a napkin in terse words.


But twenty minutes later, she's smugly standing under the board.

Tonight's Specials
Hell Mary
Gates of Hell
Red Eyed Hell

$1 1st pints from anywhere but Earth

"Happy Hour, come and get it."


[I'll be away from 7:30 to 7:50, but ep open until it's closed.]

Comments

[stillbecoming]

"It really does," Buffy agrees. "I tried to test it out one time."

Did she even find out Original Flavor Hell Blonde's name in the first place? Maybe she should just introduce herself.

"I probably should've tested with something I'd actually enjoy, but, you know, hindsight." She takes a sip of grapefruit juice. "I'm Buffy, by the way."

[tobeclosetohim]

"Jo. Harvelle." There's was a flippant smirk.
At least the talking kept her mind off of other things.

"So, what'd you try out that was so horrid?"

[stillbecoming]

"A smoothie." Buffy looks at her juice. "I think the exact flavor combination was mango-carrot-durian."

"It probably would've been pretty good if it wasn't for the carrot," she adds, wistfully.

[tobeclosetohim]

"I wouldn't have made it through a sip of that."

It sounds far too healthy to be safe.

[stillbecoming]

"I made it through a few." She throws a glance toward the lakeside door. "And then some of the flowers out back finished it for me. I like mixing fruit juice, but there's an art to it."

[tobeclosetohim]

"What's a good one?"

Yeah. Jo didn't have much.