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[tobeclosetohim]

Metropolis isn't Jo's scene (it's too metropolitan) but she still hasn't left.




She just breathes in and out, head not falling, copper eyes alert, hips swinging with each steps as she helps with the early evening clean up of a hole in the wall bar n' club she's spent far too many days in.

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[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

After a moment's thought, Jack says, "No. All they faced were other hungry people and a big blob monster. They have no idea of the danger."

Which means they'll go out againand probably get killed. Jack shakes his head.

"Salt in their engine will keep them in the safe zone."

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo nodded, still watching them. It was a smart idea, even if people only learned harder here. Then she shrugged, almost barely visible, and looked away, dismissing them from her thoughts.

The dance floor was barely started. The music was playing and the crowd was picking up, but it wasn't where she loved it yet.

She took another pull of her drink.

Then, "I'm thinking nachos. You want some?"

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Jack inclines his head in a single deep nod.

"Aye. I've not eaten since noontime."

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo flagged down the newest person to reside behind the bar counter--they came and went often enough she didn't know names so much as faces, even if the names wouldn't take much effort--and ordered them up.

Piled with everything that could be conceived to go on them.

Which was why about ten minutes later there table had not a plate of nachos but a mountain of them.

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Jack beams.

"My saviour," he says, grabbing a big pile of nachos straight away. "I could eat til the end of the world."

[tobeclosetohim]

"Wouldn't have to wait too long here."

She smirked, popping a cheesy dripping chip in her mouth.