hold onto this lullaby ;

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@apxstarters​ Jo preferred the closing shift over any of the others - it was so much more quiet once the bar patrons and the majority of the other employees rolled out, and being well-after midnight she could just roll into bed once she finished re-stocking, taking inventory and balancing out the register. She waved to the last employee who left other than herself as she idly took a quick visual inventory over the contents of the bar behind her, and frowned when she heard the door open behind her: the last idiot that left had forgotten to lock the door again. Heaving a sigh, she didn’t really look over as she straightened back up. “Sorry man, we’re closed. Last call was half an hour ago.”

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glcsshousex​:

“You ever think about your old life? The people, the memories… All the things that are lost now…” He sighed quietly. “That’s why. You’re a walking billboard for everything I’m tryna forget.” Hey, at least he was honest - in fact, it was actually the first honest thing he had said since they reconnected. She was so drunk, he kind of thought she wouldn’t even remember this so… What the hell, right? “That’s not true and you know it.” At least he hoped she did. He hoped she knew that wasn’t why. Jo had always been fierce, a fighter, a real damn force to be reckoned with. It realy didn’t matter how good of a hunter you were, hellhounds would win almost every time.

Honestly, he wasn’t at all comfortable with the mention of her death, nor was he comfortable in general. The conversation, even just the knowledge that she was here inside his apartment… It made him twitchy. Probably why he chose to walk away, giving her nothing but silence, especially when she said about her mom because the truth was he didn’t wanna think about Ellen either. Pain. Grief. Regret. Damn, he just wanted to sleep. A little lost inside his own mind, he didn’t realise she jumped after him until the arms were wrapped around his waist.

There was hesitation, instant stiffness and paused breath - maybe even a quiet rumble in his chest. “Jo,” his hands flexed, curled around the top of her arms with the intention of luring her away but instead, he paused. The sound of her sob made his chest feel tight, he never could stand to see her cry. He sighed out the breath he was holding and released his grip, wrapping his arms around her upper back, holding her while she released what he imagined was weeks worth of boxed up emotions. He supposed she hadn’t really had any time to grieve for her mom, either. Being dumbed in a new decade certainly wouldn’t help either. 

“All the time.” She was always thinking about what she’d lost: her dad, Ash, her mom. The memories of her father were becoming more faded as she got older, especially finding herself being brought back to life after so much time had passed. She’d been so young when he died that she felt like memories of him were sand slipping through her fingers. “That’s where we’re different. I don’t want to forget. Most memories of my dad are just about gone, and I’d give anything to have them back.” She used to be able to remember him so clearly, but now things were getting fuzzy. It was like losing him all over again. “You weren’t there. You have no idea.” Her death she could remember so clearly, and that she wished she could forget. “Couldn’t even finish the job I set out to do. Hell, couldn’t even finish anything.” She’d died with her finger on the detonator. “I couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t even stop my mom from staying with me.” And really, that was what was killing her now. She was the one that had messed up, and her mom chose to pay the price with her at the end. Jo kept her arms wound tight around him for several moments while she struggled to catch her breath around the tightness in her chest. “I’m sorry,” she said finally, voice wavering slightly. “About everything. About Abel.” Mostly about Abel. “I would’ve been there. You know that, right? You didn’t have to just...disappear.”

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glcsshousex​:

His lip twitched, sudden mild fury in his eyes born from the need to bite. Stop saying that, no you don’t, you don’t get it, you don’t understand why I didn’t come back. You don’t. - He resisted, not about to stand here and reveal truths that he was entirely too much of a coward to talk about. Whilst he almost wished Erin gave her the whole story and not just the facts, he was grateful Jo wasn’t firing those questions at him because he was sure if he had to sit and relive the worst day of his life it would only add fuel to his ever flaming self-destructive fire. “I look people I hate dead in the eye. If I’m barely looking at you it’s got nothin’ to do with hate.” Guilt. That was why. Though his eyes did lift up to her face when she talked about being stuck between her own feelings. He’d tried to make her hate him, it was the whole reason for his spiteful attitude when he first saw her in the street. “I guess that’s where option three comes into play, huh?” He stepped towards her, picking up the glass of water and taking her hand to deposit the glass into her palm. “Forget me. Or at least accept that the guy you used to know is dead.” Maybe it would sound dramatic to a strangers ear, but it was gods honest truth. That playful guy she knew, the guy full of life, love and mischief, he was long gone. “I’m a stranger wearing his face, that’s how you need to look at it.” Sighing, he curled a hand around the side of her neck. There was a pause in his breath, a sadness that ran deep into the beat of his heart. “This state you’re in better be the last time. Don’t put yourself on a road like this, you’re better than that.” Better than drinking her weight and getting so messy she couldn’t even push away one barfly. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and promptly stepped away from her, pointing at the glass. “Drink, and sleep.” It was basically an order, though he didn’t stick around to watch her obey, he needed to get out… So he turned on his feet and walked into his room, Luna following behind him as she always did, finally letting go of the air trapped in his lungs with a quiet ‘shit’ under his breath.

“Then why won’t you look at me?” Her throat was on absolute fire with the effort to keep back the tears, and she was certain that came out in her voice. It had been easier not knowing what happened to him, and she couldn’t help but feel that she wished she’d never seen him again or learned what happened. She kept feeling herself getting pulled in like a magnet, and she couldn’t help herself but gravitate. Her head kept saying fuck this guy and to move on, logic said that she wanted nothing to do with him because he wasn’t worth her time, but her stupid heart kept piping up when she just wished it would shut up. A laugh bubbled to the surface, tears brimming in her eyes as she tightly crossed her arms around her stomach as though to hold herself together. “You make it sound easy. Nothing about this is easy. I’m not the same person anymore either, Jace. That girl died because she wasn’t good at the job and kept trying anyway.” 

Shaking her head, she set her chin and bit hard at her lower lip. “You sound like my mom.” It was meant to be a joke, but the reminder of her mother in the state she was in (and coupled already free-flowing emotions) set her over the edge with the kiss he placed on her forehead. She followed quickly behind him, arms wrapped tightly around his middle as she buried her face in his chest as she felt the first sob heave and she wasn’t sure if she could hold back anymore.”

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ofisolaticn​:

“no no, finish your shift.” henrik encouraged. “i wouldn’t want you to get in trouble.” he’d worked his fair of odd jobs in the past, all different kinds of bosses to work with. some better then others, some worst. some who didn’t care at all. knowing the type of boss she was referring to, it was best not to risk it. “i don’t mind waiting.” he assured her. “got my phone and everything. i should be good to wait.”

Jo scrunched up her nose at the suggestion of finishing her shift, sighing as she looked over at the clock. “Boo being a responsible grown up.” Things were quiet, and she’d had every intention of ducking out early. “To be fair, I’ve been coming in early to re-stock ever since we got wiped out what with being a shelter in a snowpocalypse and all.” Holding up a finger, she moved over to one of the other bartenders to speak with them quickly, returning with a jacket in hand. “You are far more of a good person than I am and I am out. Let’s go.”

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stcfan-salvatore​:

Nice, he’ll take it. Also take how every many drinks she decides to give him in appreciation.  ❛ Thanks and - you’re welcome. ❜ He raises his glass for a half-assed toast before kicking it back and letting the bitter warmth of the liquor sooth his throat. ❛ Let’s just hope it doesn’t get to that tonight. ❜ With his luck it might probably happen. Seems like he has a dark cloud hovering over him at all times.   ❛ Anyway, I’m Stefan. And no I’m don’t usually get involved in bar fights just seems like one of those nights. Mind getting me another one? Or - the bottle would be nice. ❜

“Yeah, well, we’ll see. This crowd has been a little bit more on the rowdy side, so I might get to break out my handy baseball bat.” She was half-kidding as she lined up another shot for him, then slid the bottle his way at his request. “You’ve got nice taste. I’m Jo, and I usually do get involved in bar fights when I’m not on this side of things.”

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glcsshousex‌:

Abort. Abort. Teary drunk women were not his forte. He could swear even Luna was giving him the ‘what kind of stray did you bring home this time’ look. Silence was all he could offer, or more accurately, all he would. He knew he shouldn’t have brought her here but what else was he supposed to do? Leave her there in that state? Curse Erin for not being home, he was sure he’d have already dragged her ass out here to take over. Standing to his feet, he put the smoke out in the ashtray and decided it was better to just leave, go to his room and let her be. Her question made him pause, her ‘i get why’ comment only making him feel tense. Maybe it would be easier to talk about it while she was drunk but that didn’t make him willing. He would never be willing to talk about it. “You don’t get it.” First of all. How could she? He was almost offended by the comment. Taking a breath, he pinched his nose and looked over towards her. “I’m nothin’ like the guy you knew, this is me now.” A shrug. He refrained from adding a comment about wanting to keep her in his past, choosing not to rub salt in the wound, deciding that right now the lie was too big for his mouth. “You didn’t do anything. I don’t hate you, Ana.” Just himself. Just the guilt he felt around her, the memories of happy days, it was crippling. 

“I do get it.” She didn’t sympathize, but she could empathize; she knew how close the two had been, and while she didn’t know the depth of how it had ruined Jace, she understood. “I’m not saying I know how you feel. I never could. I’m saying I understand why you didn’t come back. I also get not wanting to talk about it. We don’t need to talk about that.” Mostly because the thought of Abel added to the lump in her throat; she’d loved the other Devlin twin as well, just in a different way. “Feels like it,” she said, finally getting up again off the couch. She didn’t want to just sit there and wallow, she felt the tears coming and she was trying to keep them at bay. “You can’t even look at me.” Shaking her head, she groaned and covered her face with her hands. “I wish I could hate you. Hating you would be easier.” Why was she saying all this? He didn’t care, but it was like word vomit and she couldn’t stop herself. “I can’t hate you. Can’t love you. So I’m stuck in this fucking limbo hell and it’s killing me.”

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glcsshousex‌:

“Sure.” He perched on the edge of the chair arm, like he was refusing to walk away until he watched her drink some water and lay down. “I still have fun, just not with you and not when you’re like this.” Though he made a conscious choice not to ask her why she thought going over her alcohol limit was a good idea in a city like this. Jace grimaced, sucking in a draw from his cigarette. “I know.” He knew, what happened to her and Ellen back then. The hunter community was small, especially when it came to somebody knowing somebody else. Dean had called him to give the news. “She’s no hellhound. Just a pup.” He added, turning his eyes back to her with a raised brow. He supposed he was one of those humans, it went without saying. “Well fuck me, becky big bollocks, sorry for thinking you were on the softer shit.” He raised a palm in defence before turning it to point at the glass. “Don’t make me pour it down your throat.” 

Jo stayed quiet as he spoke, all at once feeling a lump in the back of her throat and burning behind her eyes. She would not cry in front of him; Jo was fairly certain that the one and only time he’d seen her cry was when her father died, and she didn’t want to add to that list. But the alcohol was making her head swim, the overall feel of the room weighing on her heavily, and she crossed her arms tight over her chest as she took in a second breath. Sober Jo had made a promise to herself to move on, to let this go and just pretend she didn’t see him around. But drunk Jo hadn’t really been given a choice, and the words were flowing out before she could put a cop on them: “What did I do to make you hate me?” Becase that was the one piece she couldn’t figure out, couldn’t understand what she had done so wrong to make him be so cold towards her. “I get why you never came back. I get why you’re not fun and happy anymore. I just don’t get what I did to make you hate me.”

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saltedburnt‌:

jo. even after all this time, after all the weird shit that he has been snowballing through, it still takes him a moment to process the sight. there will be no day when he accepts good things can happen to him ;  this is just his thought process. is this an enemy? is this a trick? should he be wary? those wheels are turning as his muscles continue to still with the tension of all these questions, and he’s kind of dumbfounded when she extends a hand. he hesitates at first  —  naturally. in the end, he decides to go for it ( with the reassurance that if this is an enemy, he’ll handle himself just fine ). it’s then that he takes her hand and picks himself off the ground with an appropriate grunt and hollow ache in his knee to go along with it. “ yeah? kinda hard since i had no idea you were out and about. ” which …  huh. that’s a whole other can of worms. “ please tell me there ain’t no catch i’m missing. ”

“To be fair, I also didn’t know you were around either. Somehow hadn’t heard about the famous Dean Winchester kickin’ ass and taking names, or whatever it is you do now. It’s been a while.” She could hear hellhounds barking at the back of her head at the reminder, almost feel the blinding pain in her side again...flashes of blood and making a bomb. She really tried not to think about it. “You haven’t been in town long, have you? Because there’s all kinds of people walking around that shouldn’t be, not just me.” At his question, she couldn’t help but smile a little. “But at the moment? No catch I’m aware of. I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop, but uh, still alive and kickin’ after a solid month or two, so...” She offered a shrug with the smile. “Guts back on the inside and everything. Feels pretty good.” Dark humor, but she had to find some way of dealing with being back from the dead.

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✖ JO HARVELLE

Stefan wanted a peaceful night. A night were he could sit back, have a few drinks and brood. What he did not want was to end up getting involved in some stupid bar fight, and getting a beer bottle smacked across the head for trying to end it peacefully. He ends up knocking one guy down and compelling the other to leave the bar and forget that this ever happened. He gets a round of applause from the drunk patrons as he makes his way back to the bar to order himself another shot of whiskey.  ❛ Does that happen often? ❜ He’s not sure why he is even attempting to start a conversation but aren’t bartenders supposed to be a cheap substitute for therapists? @afreakwithaknifecollection​

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“Nice,” was the only comment Jo offered as the man approached, pouring a shot and sliding the glass over to him. “That’s on the house for saving me the trouble of having to throw them outta here in the next ten minutes. Call it a thank you.” Putting the bottle away, she couldn’t help but laugh at the other’s question. “Sometimes many times a night. Just depends on the crowd, really. You get used to it after a while. It gets even uglier when I get to cut someone off, that’s when it really hits the fan.”

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glcsshousex‌:

“Yeah, when I let ya.” He argued, only to find himself rolling his eyes. What the fuck was he doing? Why did he bring her here? Why didn’t he let his friend step in to get that dick away from her and just stay out of her damn way? “Nah, not anymore.” Jace shrugged his shoulders, deciding it was better just to agree with her. Was she wrong? No, and he knew it. He wasn’t fun anymore, at least not in the light-hearted way he was when she knew him. Arm across his chest, his eyes flipped between her and his dog. “Yeah,” he started, pausing for a few seconds. He didn’t need to be a genius to know what she was saying and truthfully he didn’t even like thinking about what had happened to her on her last day. “Humans did her dirty as a pup, she’s scared of new faces.” He thought to explain, releasing just a small amount of tension in his shoulders now she had sat the fuck down. Sparking up a smoke, he nodded his head to the water on the table. “Drink. Your head will hurt less in the morning if you mix your beer with water. Sleep it off, yeah?”

“We’ll put that to the test later,” Jo grumbled in response. Hitting him now would be something he was expecting, and besides, she’d spent enough time hitting him in their past...several encounters. “You should change that. When you’re fun things are a lot more....fun.” Damn her lack of vocabulary at the moment. Eyes still on the dog, she nodded at his answer. “I only ask because hellhounds brought about my undoing last time.” Dogs as a whole had always made her a bit nervous after a few bad encounters jumping fences as a teen, but now a bark or a growl was enough to give her goosebumps. “Well, humans have also done me dirty, so I can agree with her on that.” Scowling at the water, she shook her head as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t do water.” Alcohol and soda consisted of her liquids, and she was sticking to it. “And it was whiskey and tequila, not beer, thank you.”

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ofvindictc‌:

              he’s  quiet  for  a  moment,  sifting  through  the  sounds  around  them  in  search  of  answers.  most  of  it  is  inane  conversations,  or  complaints  about  the  weather,  but  eventually  he  finds  something  helpful.  it  must  be  a  maintenance  worker  talking  to  one  of  the  shift  nurses,  their  voices  low  and  shushed  to  avoid  causing  alarm  but  his  enhanced  hearing  picks  it  up  just  fine.   by  the  sounds  of  things,  the  heating  system’s  iced  over  and  they  can’t  get  it  booted  back  up.   by  that  estimation,  if  temperatures  continue  to  plummet,  they’ll  be  in  trouble  in  a  matter  of  hours.   great.   suddenly  he’s  wishing  he’d  have  taken  his  chances  with  the  blizzard  before  things  went  from  bad  to  catastrophic.   “  no.  not  just  you. ”   his  lips  press  into  a  thin  line,  popping  the  last  handful  of  skittles  into  his  mouth  as  he  rises  to  his  feet.   “  you  should  keep  moving.  make  sure  your  blood  stays  circulating. ”   if  things  get  dire,  the  prospect  of  tapping  her  like  a  keg  will  start  looking  better  and  better.   when  and  if  the  time  comes,  he’ll  need  her  to  be  alive  to  do  so.  

Idly bouncing from foot to foot before his suggestion had even reached her ears, Jo nodded in agreement as she pulled her jacket even tighter. “Isn’t this supposed to be like, the safest place to be right now? Doesn’t feel real safe when it’s almost as cold as it is outside.” Huffing a little, she shook her head. “Knew I should’ve taken my chances and just stayed home.”

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glcsshousex‌:

“Sure. Can’t talk without slurring or walk without swaying but sure, ‘Ana, you were ready to floor that guy.” A roll of his eyes, he huffed quietly. He knew she was more than capable when she was sober, maybe even drunk, but in this state? It was obvious she couldn’t, otherwise, he wouldn’t have stepped in. When she got up and moved around his apartment, he sighed, turned to shrug his jacket off and take his smokes out his pocket. God damn, he was way too sober for this. Maybe if he could get her to tell him where she currently lived, he could drop her off there. There was an inaudible half scoff, half chuckle that caught in his throat, refusing it just in favour of continuing to glare at her. “Don’t push me, darlin’. Just sit you ass back down. You’re scaring my lady.” His lady being Luna, who so hated anyone who wasn’t him, tam & now erin. A strange body dancing around had her ears pinned back as she remained in the corner, watching the blonde with heavy scepticism. 

“Oh, shush.” That was really the only counter she had at the moment. “Yes, yes I was. You should know, I’ve clocked you plenty of times, drunk or not.” Scowling, Jo idly crossed her arms over her chest as she peeked around, catching herself on a wall when she stumbled sideways. She giggled slightly to herself, and then pointed a finger at him as she approached him. “You are no fun.” She ignored his request (demand?) to sit back down, though her eyes followed his to the dog that she just now noticed. Jo’s expression became slightly more guarded, and she sat as requested. “She friendly? I only ask because you are not and I have a really bad history with dogs.”

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glcsshousex‌:

“Yeah, where you gonna go, huh?” He snipped. Anger once again besting him, he reached for her glass, took it from her and threw it against the wall. “Can’t walk. Can’t fight off a dumb bar fly, you can barely even talk.” Was he mad? Yeah. And it showed. He was pissed that she was in this state, angry that he had to step in and help but overall? He was worried. The Jo he knew never put herself in positions like this. She was too smart. Huffing out a breath, his shoulders rolled in a light shrug. “Fine.” And with that, he dipped down, grabbing the back of her legs, lifting her across his shoulder. “If you throw up on the back of my ass I’m not going to be happy.” He grumped, moved his feet in the direction of his apartment. It was a minute walk away ( hence the fact he picked her up off her own feet to get there. ) ((minute time skip to opening his door and depositing her on the sofa)). Not a word passed his lips as he walked away, returning with a pint of water that he placed on the table before her. “Drink.” He picked up a blanket, placed it next to her. “Sleep it off and so help me god if you try to leave I will tie your feet together.” He glared at her, with just a hint of a smirk breaking out, unable to help himself when he said… “Wouldn’t be the first time, so you know I absolutely will.” 

“He-ey!” The word came out more of a whine than anything else, and Jo crossed her arms over her chest. “I donno, somewhere not here. Home? Maybe home.  Haven’t gotten that far in the plan yet.” As he continued to speak, her scowl grew. “I can walk. I’m talking. And I would’ve totally let him have it if I had another minute or two.” Or so she liked to think, but really, he’d saved her ass probably in more ways than one. Him scooping her up happened way too fast, and she couldn’t help but laugh. All too soon, she couldn’t stop laughing, and found herself plopped down onto a couch. Getting up as he returned, she left the water on the table and began to take a slow lap around the apartment, taking a good look around. Granted, everything was kind of spinning and it was really hard to focus, but she still couldn’t resist the urge to be nosey. “Mm, promise?” When she turned to face him, it was with a grin. “Hands too? That sounds like more a good time than a threat.” 

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glcsshousex‌:

At the very least, Erin had warned him that Jo knew. Knew what? The facts without the details? Somehow that felt worse. It was as though he was expecting the questions from the blonde the next time they ran into each other and to be honest? He wasn’t ready. He would never be ready, it was why he chose never to go back in the first place. Jace hadn’t dealt with his grief, not back then, certainly not now. He didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t want to think about it and all Jo was to him now was this walking, talking reminder of the days where he was happy. Of course, he was pleased to see her live and kicking, she deserved to live, way more than he did… But it didn’t make it any easier to look at her knowing the way he left things so unexplained. He thought he was doing the right thing by her. He still did.  That’s why he’s stayed out of sight since he came into the bar an hour ago. With a friend of his who didn’t know his history, it was easy to pretend he wasn’t watching her since he arrived. Jace could see how drunk she was, he’d sat down and told himself it wasn’t his problem, a thought which he was willing to swear by… Until he saw her inability to kick ass like he knew she could. A grumpy huff, he shot back his whiskey and got up, made a b-line to the other side of the bar and said nothing, just simply gripped the guys shoulders and tore him back, pulling him away from her. He fell down, Jace turned to look at him and watched him stumble back to his feet. The guy rambled, something about her wanting it, something about how women love him? Jesus christ, what a fucking asshole. “I’ve been dead nearly two decades and even I know that women these days hold their own, they don’t go for pushy tossers like you.” Jace chuckled, right before his elbow came up to smack the guys nose, pushing him back to his knees.

He wasn’t going to wait for him to get back up, to be kicked out or reprimanded. All he did was turn around to Jo and grabbed her arm ( gently, but firmly. ) “Come on.” It wasn’t exactly a request, he tugged lightly to get her to move with him and out of the bar. Once they were outside and a few steps away, he stopped, turned to look at her and released her arm. “You gonna walk with me or do I need’a throw you over my shoulder?” Hey, don’t let it be said that he didn’t give her the option. “You’re gonna come with me either way, drink a gallon of water and sleep it off.” He was calm, soft even - but inside? His head was swirling. That inner voice that knew his care right now yeeted every harsh thing he’d said to her because… If he was dragging her out of the situation she was just in? Of course it showed he cared. He wouldn’t leave any woman subject to that, least of all this woman. 

All at once, things were moving very fast. Deciding very quickly that tequila was not her friend, she moved away from the wall as soon as the weight behind her was removed. She blinked as she noticed the man on the ground, moved by a seemingly invisible force, but then her eyes landed on Jace and things were starting to make sense. Stumbling backwards slightly, the wall more or less held her up as she watched the altercation. A loud laugh erupted from her lips as Jace clocked the dude, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. “Ha, nice.” Jo spit on him for good measure with a solid kick the groin. Kick him while he was down? Absolutely. But before she could get any say in, she found herself stumbling sideways as Jace propelled her out of the bar. Scowling, she quickly reached for her drink on the bar’s surface, taking the glass with her as they moved outside. The fresh air hit her all at once, sobering her up just enough for her to plant her feet and stop blindly following him. At his ultimatum, her eyebrows raised, and she put the stolen glass to her lips to take a drink of the contents inside. “No,” she said simply, shaking her head. “Nope, no sir. I’m gonna go with option C here. Seeeeeeee you later. “ She giggled, nodding and apparently feeling clever and proud of herself. 

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ofisolaticn‌:

“Maybe some company?” Henrik couldn’t claim to be Jo’s best friend, he didn’t even have her contact info in his phone. But after nearly dying alongside someone, there was a certain bond in the making. Plus, he had opened up to her about his own exes situation, as she did him. So yeah he felt like he knew the blonde well enough to call her friend. “When are you off duty?” He followed up his initial question. 

Jo looked over, coffee cup in hand, at the voice that was beginning to become familiar. She offered a smile around the rim of the cup, draining the contents as quickly as she could. She hated coffee, but if it was between falling asleep on the bar or drinking coffee, she would suffer through the latter. “Uh, fifteen minutes? Half hour? Something like that. But, gotta say, I’m tempted to slide on outta here a few minutes early...provided my boss didn’t just hear that and isn’t slinking around somewhere.”

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Let it go. It became a mantra in her head as she tried to keep her breathing even. But each word her spoke was like another knife in her back. She had to ask herself if trying to move on and get the closure she so desperately wanted was worth this. The more he spoke, the more clear it became. This wasn’t fucking worth it. She wasn’t sure why she was so desperate to make things right, to get answers that she wasn’t even sure she wanted. All that she was very sure of in that moment was no amount of peace or closure was worth dealing with this, with who he apparently decided he was now. This was not the Jace she’d known before, and while she knew people changed, this was too much. Jo had never been one to tolerate abuse or slander, and she wasn’t sure why she was willing to take it from him. She shouldn’t be. No, she wasn’t a doormat, and she wasn’t going to take this lying down. “Fuck you,” was all that she said at first. She was angry, so angry, but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of blowing up in his face. “I don’t know what the fuck happened to you to make you like this, but you suck now. This isn’t worth it.” She was so angry, could feel it boiling to a tipping point and she knew she should walk away before she did or said something she regretted. She had taken a half step back, fully prepared to walk away, but then she found herself talking one final step towards him. “And yeah,” she said as her knee jerked quickly upward, hoping to make contact with something that would cause him the pain she was trying to ignore radiating in her chest. “I am a bitch.” She walked away pretty swiftly after that, finding herself in the bar on her own to drink far more heavily than she had planned. She had felt so light and energetic a little while earlier, happy and fueled by her win, and then things had taken a nasty turn southward. The more she thought about it, the more she drank; she would make herself not care if it killed her.

While it seemed like she was looking for just about any reason to drink lately, celebratory drinking sure felt better than sad drinking. Jo had been fairly sure she was going to die for a second time, and coming out on the other side made her feel like she’d been given yet another second chance. A third chance? Sure, she’d go with that. It was her only night off this week and she really didn’t feel like fighting and chancing fate again right away. No, she was going to celebrate, and for Jo, that meant drinking. Granted, she probably went a bit overboard. The room was definitely swimming, and she was much more drunk than she ordinarily liked to be in public. This was the kind of drunk she liked to be by herself in the comfort of her own four walls. She was reminded of that fact by Jake, who had been incredibly persistent throughout the night to spend time with her. He’d been buying her drinks, and really, she wasn’t one to refuse cheap liquor even if she had no intentions of going home with him that night. But he grew more and more persistent, more and more handsy as the night persisted, and it was clear she was getting hella irritated. However, Jo’s shoves and failed hits clearly showed that alcohol had impaired not just her judgement but her motor skills as well. Despite the shove to his chest and “Get off” that she’d slung his way, she still found herself spun around (which, whoah, made her dizzy) and he was pressed firmly up against her back. Too warm hands were everywhere, sloppy kisses on her neck, and the elbow she aimed back towards him definitely made contact but only earned a chuckle.

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ANGSTY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life. [text] I should have never let you back into my life. [text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that. [text] Please don’t walk away. [text] Please don’t do this. [text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you? [text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it. [text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again. [text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong. [text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me. [text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did [text] The truth is I’m not over you. [text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you. [text] I’m seeing someone else. [text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker? [text] You’re so selfish. [text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them]. [text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah. [text] Be careful. [text] I’m only saying it because I love you. [text] I’m only saying it because I care about you. [text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee. [text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week? [text] Let me take you out, please? [text] Let me make you dinner tonight. [text] I want you to be happy. [text] You’re always safe with me. [text] I can’t stop thinking about you. [text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. [text] It was so good seeing you. [text] You don’t need this shit. [text] I’ll be there in five minutes. [text] Let me help, please? [text] You’re important to me. [text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that. [text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day. [text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love. [text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now. [text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut. [text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!? [text] Lose my number, asshole. [text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so. [text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf. [text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend. [text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is. [text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? [text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole. [text] Go fuck yourself. [text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you? [text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first. [text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now [text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this. [text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair. [text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor. [text] Come over. With condoms. [text] You should come over, clothing optional. [text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT [text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life [text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous? [text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended. [text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together [text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis. [text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology. [text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH. [text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking? [text] I just need some of your time and all of your body. [text] I am available for nakedness [text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w [drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH [drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever [drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known [drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like [drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss [drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon [drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight [drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS [drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no [drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated [drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol. [drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin [drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

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