Location: Outside of Mama Kay’s
Jo felt stupid. More than stupid.She felt like she was crossing a line. The town had been a fucking mess and though she’d wanted to remain apart from it all, she could feel herself being sucked into it. The fact that Angel was currently living with her should be evidence enough that she wasn’t a casual observer anymore. The violence that usually was somewhat contained within the town was now hitting the people she loved, and she resented the fuck out of the MC for it. Still, there seemed to be more at play here than just bravado and cuts and bullshit. Jo may not have been privy to the Prims talks, and she sure as fuck didn’t want to be, but everyone in town had heard about the murders, the fires, the explosion and the kid that had been taken. Most of those things she could push down and tell herself were deserved... except Angel wasn’t part of the MC and wouldn’t hurt a fucking fly. And what kind of sick fuck stole a child? Whatever opinions Jo has about the Primordials, she can’t imagine Seth or anyone else taking a child from it’s mother.
Though she’d met her briefly at the opening of the casino, Jo hadn’t immediately recognized Aurora, but in a small town it didn’t take long to figure who she was. She was fucking young, and wore a cut, and if Jo was honest with herself she wondered a little what kind of mother even let her child be in the position to be taken. Still, even when those thoughts come to her, she thinks about her own father. He’d been alone, fucked up, and done the best he could. Jo had grown up without rules, without much guidance, and thought her father had fought more with his own demons than taught her how to deal with her own, he’d loved her. His best hadn’t been enough, but fuck, he’d given it his best shot. Who the fuck was Jo to decide what was best for the little girl who’d been taken?
Jo couldn’t say, with a hundred percent certainty that the Rogues were the new faces who had been taking over the bar recently. What she could say, was that she’d begun listening a little more closely and drinking a little less. The need to be alert had grown stronger the more often she saw them, especially after Eddie’s ‘accident’ which just happened to occur after all the strange faces had left right after she had. Listening and keeping her mouth shut was the only reason she’d overheard anything, the only reason she was here now, waiting outside for a young woman she barely knew to be done her shift. When she sees Aurora she gives a small wave. “Hey... can I talk to you?” she asks as she walks forward, still unsure if it was the right or wrong thing. Too late to turn back, either way.
