[ Jo couldn't sleep. She'd hushed the one of the boys to wake up when she got up and started shuffling things, saying she was fine and she just needed a walk. Which lead to dragging back on herclothes, and sword belt (god for—fucking—bid she disappoint Ciri or Altaïr even this far past midnight), and so that's what she does. Or did. For like the last— It's probably been over an hour, at this point, hasn't it?
Thankfully, she doesn't have to think about that question or come up with the answer that's scratching under her skin because someone is causing a ruckus in the streets. Burlap sack new and shouting, about. Jo snorts. Amused, a strike into surprisingly appreciative of the sentiment.
You can take the girl out of the bar, but you can't ever truly take the bar out of the girl. ]
You really aren't going to find one of those on the outside.
Well. [ She actually pauses a tick, one hand on her hip. ] You know, Viktor might be willing to try and make one. How much harder than a hot tub could it be?
ɴᴏᴄᴡɪᴄʜ → ᴡʜʏ ᴅɪᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ ɢᴜɴ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ?
Thankfully, she doesn't have to think about that question or come up with the answer that's scratching under her skin because someone is causing a ruckus in the streets. Burlap sack new and shouting, about. Jo snorts. Amused, a strike into surprisingly appreciative of the sentiment.
You can take the girl out of the bar,
but you can't ever truly take the bar out of the girl. ]
You really aren't going to find one of those on the outside.
Well. [ She actually pauses a tick, one hand on her hip. ] You know, Viktor might be willing to try and make one. How much harder than a hot tub could it be?