[ she waits until she can see the muscles relax in his shoulders before she shakes her head, moving about the bar like she's already settled herself in. which, really, she has - experience is experience and she knows her way around a bar better than just about anyone.

it reads in her every movement, turning back to where she'd been cleaning glasses and putting the last of them up. ]

I bet. I hate waiting for trains anyway. I'm about ready to find myself a truck just so I don't have to wait for it.

[ who even cares how possible that is or isn't. jo's not one to wait on the whims of anyone, including public transport.

that's when she looks over and sees dean staring at her, cracks a small grin as she puts away the rest of what she'd been cleaning. ]

You think? [ she even poses, clearly making it a joke, before she walks back to stand in front of him at the bar, pouring them both a healthy amount. ] I figured if I was gonna be here I might as well do something with it. What about you? [ a look through falling curls. ] Anything interesting?

[ jobs, activities, women. ]