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[tobeclosetohim]

Jo's late. Again.
She, also, has a cold.
It's a bitch of a cold, too.

Halle--fucking-lujah to you, Milliways.

Her special board is easy tonight.

Specials
86 my cold & get free drinks all night

She's done with this shit.

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[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"You mean free drinks?"

[tobeclosetohim]

"S'what it says."



Jo's messaging the sides of her nose.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny hands her a small one dose bottle of Pepper Up Potion (http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Pepperup_Potion)

"Try this."

[tobeclosetohim]

It's better than nothing, right?

Except that it's charms.
Even at being Milliways.


Jo stared at the bottle in her hand.

And sniffled, painfully.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny smiles at her. " If it's poison I'll call security on my self.":

[tobeclosetohim]

Here went nothing.


Jo turned the bottle up and drank it.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny smiles as the steam comes out her ears but she should feel better soon.

[setsthetrap]

Gale's had a little bit of time since his first entrance to ... explore this place.

It's only because Katniss had been there to explain things to him that he isn't writing this place off immediately.

But seeing someone behind the bar? This is a first.




- except she doesn't look too good.

"You allowed to be serving people in that state?"

[tobeclosetohim]

"It's not contagious."

She stopped rubbing her face.

"Only fucking annoying."

[setsthetrap]

He offers her a sympathetic expression.

"Being sick usually is," he says, shrugging.

Sadly that's about all he can offer. He isn't even sure what 86-ing anything means, though he can take a guess.

Panem slang is clearly a little different from everyone else's.

He gestures to the wooden bartop. "So what happened to the Bar?"

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo's eyes narrowed.

She looked across the bar.



"Where?" She looked the same.

[setsthetrap]

"Isn't -" He has to gear himself up to use the pronoun before he does, "- she usually the one giving out food and drink?"

[tobeclosetohim]

"Oh. That." Followed by a sniffle.

Then a glare at the air for the pain.

"We tend so she can rest. You're new?"

[cheeky-bugger.livejournal.com]

The man with horrible bead hair that slides up to the bar is wrapped in a duvet (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/23738068.html). He's totally given up on trying to sleep tonight, so he decides he might as well get a drink.

"You got any perry?" he asks, rather groggily.

[tobeclosetohim]

"Yeah." She grabbed a cup. Sniffled.

Started searching for a bottle.


"You look 'bout the way I feel."

[cheeky-bugger.livejournal.com]

Travis shrugs lightly. "Been worse," he says. "Just tired, mostly."

[tobeclosetohim]

She returned and started pouring.

"Not sleeping well?"

[cheeky-bugger.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head. "No," he says honestly. "I tried kipping up over by the fire, there, but I just kept having really weird dreams about blue things and stuff."

[tobeclosetohim]

Topped off. "Blue things?"


She nudged the cup over to him.

[untiedtheknots]

Free drinks is a pretty long way from burnt offerings.

Still...



"And all we've got to do is get rid of the cold?"

[tobeclosetohim]

"God. Please."

Jo sniffled. Breathing in.

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis pulls up a barstool.

"C'mere, I'll give it a shot."

[tobeclosetohim]

The hope of it ending.
That's desperate in her eyes.

But she's never too desperate.
If she wasn't for her mother.
Never for her stupid body.


Jo leaned on the bar.
"Nothing else funny."

[untiedtheknots]

She holds up both hands.

"Nothing else, funny or otherwise. It's gonna take a little laying on of hands, but your forehead is plenty."

[tobeclosetohim]

There's a weighing look.


Trust is limited, but existed.
Not like her first year.
But never stupidly.




She leaned in with a nod, eyes open.