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[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

As much as it's become a sort of Winchester magnet, the house is not exactly Dianne's favorite place to be.

This is why, when she's not with her baby*, she's put up shop (so to speak) in a somewhat near, likewise-abandoned house that is more or less intact and the beds are pretty comfortable.

(Which makes her feel just a bit like Goldilocks, and that just isn't right.)

Presently, she's dragged a chair out onto the porch for the purpose of busily not wondering what's happening in her universe without her.

(It looks oddly a little bit like napping.)



*The Impala. >.<

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[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

She gets that, really. She may not want to stay in the old house in Lawrence, but she wouldn't have wanted to find out it didn't exist, either.

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo expects it be ruins.

But she's been through that before.

(Except...)

No one here knows the Road House like her.

"I'm headed into town. Anything you need while I'm lookin' around?"

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

A long, thoughtful, pondering pause.

"Beer."

[tobeclosetohim]

"Cool."

Jo nods and starts heading off down the direction she was head first.


She's a bartender. So if she can she'll find the good beer, not the piss they've been stealing lately.