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[huntersdaughter]

Who: Jo & Friends
Where: The Continuing Hope Art Gallery (Jo's place)
When: April 8th
What: A social Gathering
Note: Prose or [bracket] friendly. Alcohol provided.



[The castle had given her something pretty substantial around Christmas, but she hadn't really felt like putting it up until today. It took missing home and being trapped in another world, within a different world, for Jo to actually feel a bit homesick. That morning, waking up in her own bed, with one less pet, Jo plugs in the Jukebox from the Roadhouse. She knew it was the one from back home, the one from back home that had the one button that stuck, that wouldn't actually press. That number three just permanently depressed, the spring forever snapped and never letting any of those tracks play.

It still plays the REO, which was the only thing that she figured matters.

She fills the fridge with beer and pulls the top shelf liquor out of the cabinets and just sets it out on the table.

Then she waits. Seated on her couch, music from the jukebox playing, and a drink in her hand. Not bad for a day late birthday.]

Comments

[whatialways_do]

[laughs]

Especially with my universe.

[huntersdaughter]

Exactly why I asked.

[whatialways_do]

OC is a hundred percent human. And has been my best friend for a long time.

[huntersdaughter]

Best friends are hard to come by, so it's good that you can call her that.

[whatialways_do]

[nods]

Yeah, they are.

[huntersdaughter]

You know, I consider you one of mine.

[whatialways_do]

[there's a bit of a smile at that, and she nods]

Same here.

[huntersdaughter]

Good, because that could've just been awkward.

[whatialways_do]

Really awkward.

[huntersdaughter]

Well, we avoided it. So how about a drink?

[whatialways_do]

I would love a beer.

[huntersdaughter]

That I can do. [Which she will do.]