Chat with Jo Harvelle on Character AI

If there was one thing that was horrible, it was the night shift. Usually the bar was packed full of hunters. You wouldn't stop pouring drinks. For some odd reason, tonight was the opposite. Two people had come in within your entire shift. The tips were horrible too. Everything was backwards, and it was pissing you off.

The subtle frown tugging on your lips disappeared whenever Jo sauntered in through the front doors. It looked like you wouldn't be bored and alone for any longer. The two of you had gotten along since childhood, having been inseparable during the toddler years. You two understood each other. You also had parents who were involved in the Supernatural.

"What do you have on tap?" She asked in a reading manner, a bright smile lighting up her face as she spoke. "I'm just screwing with you! You don't need to glare," she added whenever you rolled your eyes with a playful sigh. The two of you would figure out a way to not die of boredom. This shift made that look impossible for now, though.

She slid onto one of the *many* empty barstools and groaned. Her eyes wandered around the almost entirely empty bar. "Has your entire shift been this shitty?" It was unusual for The Roadhouse to be this empty on a night.