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[lotsoflaughs]

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[tobeclosetohim]

"Pretty sure that goes for all of this," Jo said, pushing back her chair. Standing.
What. Maybe she skirted making certain points blatant. But call him on his? Nope.


Just because she woudln't ask the questions floating in her head didn't mean they weren't there.

[lotsoflaughs]

"Want me to carry the pizza so you can carry your drink?" he asks, pretending to miss all the undercurrents.

[tobeclosetohim]

Standing up catches up with her. A few seconds late, the way it does. A flood of warmth and a suddenly skitter, just enough, to the room all around her. Making it momentarily fluid at all of the edges, but they come back to where they should be. Even with a life spent persistently adjusting her tolerance level further and further back, it's not like being her size and having had as much as she had wouldn't have some effect.

"You did bring it." He gets a smirk, as she slides her chair back in, and heads across the floor for the door.

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel sees that little wobble and gets ready to give her an assist with staying upright if needed. Then it turns out she doesn't need it so he picks up the pizza box to take along as he follows her out to her current motel room. "Yep, I did."

[tobeclosetohim]

The world swings a little as she walks, but not in unmanageable way, or even an unrecognisable normal way, even if it might not be normal as such to most of the world, and at least it's on the inside and not the outside. Not like the smile that tugs at her mouth when he really is just following along behind her, for walking out of that place and out into the night, black, faint chill of another of the million parking lots of the world.

"So are we walking or -- ?"

[lotsoflaughs]

"I think flying might disagree with you right now, considering it often makes humans twitch under more sober circumstances," he points out with a small grin. "Walking it is."

Since, you know. He would rather she not throw up on him. That would put a damper on things.

[tobeclosetohim]

She'd appreciate that, if she thought it through much. They already went over much of it. So Jo just shrugs, because she'd be walking if he wasn't here and it was any other night. "It's only a street over, so it's not even like you really have to get that much exercise."

The bottle shifted hands, and she dug in her pocket to get the key up from the other things shoved in it.

[lotsoflaughs]

"Oh no. Exercise. Whatever will I do?" he deadpans as he walks along with her. Not that the amount of exercise he does or does not get does anything about the shape he's in. The condition of his body is the same as when he first moved in and will always be that way. The only thing that's changed over the centuries is his haircut.

[tobeclosetohim]

"Oh, shut up." Jo was looking over her shoulder, smiling.
"Some of us actually have to put effort into this life."

[lotsoflaughs]

"Really? I thought hunters get all the exercise they need while hunting monsters," he says with a straight face.

[tobeclosetohim]

"No," she laughs, and bumps into his arm, on purpose, even if it makes things skitter a little. "You don't."

Even if it was more true than false. There was a type that stayed here, and there was a type that didn't, and usually that at least started on level with still able to run for your life if and when needed. But it wasn't like any of them found time for a gym. The grace of god, a few good bar fighters, and training where and when you were even lucky to get it, and Jo knew she'd been lucky with the exposure she got growing up. Because it wasn't out here on the empty road.

[lotsoflaughs]

"No, I don't," he concedes, shifting his grip on the pizza box somewhat. "That does seem to be when most of the exercise happens though."

[tobeclosetohim]

"It's a whole brand new way for people to get in their steps while saying oh God, oh God." What. She watches terrible, late night, tv like the rest of the world. There's only so much to do in defunct little towns. Even blood-sopped up Pleasantville's, and they weren't all this. Boring and closed up before dinners should ever.

"This is me." Jo said, with a mock flourish at the door with a crooked metal 6 where the second nail had escaped.

It's a turn of keys and she pushing the door open, on the dark room, and flipping a switch.

[lotsoflaughs]

This time, the use of his father's name just gets rolled eyes before he steps in and takes a quick glance around the room to check for the fridge. "Last chance for more pizza before I shove the lot into the fridge to get all cold."

[tobeclosetohim]

It's tragic. She shouldn't love doing that. But she does. It might even be a bit amusingly terrible. She closes the door behind Gabriel coming in, back against it, when she can't help a small laugh. She doesn't stay there. Trailing across the room toward him.

"Stop talking about the pizza. Seriously. The only person not done with the pizza right now is you."

The only thoughts Jo had about the pizza and the pizza box was that it was currently taking up two feet of space that she might have a better idea for the use of if it weren't currently where it was. Which shouldn't be so easy to think, with the door closed and the world cut off, but somehow it is.

[lotsoflaughs]

"You're tempted to make me start doing things to it instead of put it away," he teases, forcing the box into the fridge and closing it. It wasn't meant for pizza boxes that size, but whatever. It's in.

Then he's flitted right in front of her, looking down slightly with a grin. "Pizza's put away, so happy now?"

[tobeclosetohim]

It shouldn't fit. These places only come with mini-fridges and halves at best. She shouldn't be amused, but she is, even when she's not surprised in the slightest somehow either. That he doesn't have to fight with the box or the fridge. Or. Well. Anything. Angel. It just makes her smile, oddly, crossing the space left toward. "Yes."

"Are you?" Jo raised a hand, with a gesture toward pretty much everything to her side. The wall, the lamp, the table, the chairs, the bed. Even though she doesn't look at any of those things, or anything at all, in fact, except him. "You got me home all safe and sound from the terrible, scary bar that I, obviously, never could have walked home alone from."

[lotsoflaughs]

She might have trouble removing the box when she's ready for her breakfast pizza. It'll probably be slightly less amusing then.

"Hey, you never know. A cat might have run right out in front of you, not giving you enough time to evade and crushing the box of pizza under you. Along with shattering your vodka bottle so you wouldn't even have anything to drink in toast to the dead pizza." Entirely deadpan.

[tobeclosetohim]

"You are so bad at this." Jo chastised, even as she was grinning.

If her heart picks up a little, or maybe even a lot for a second there, when she decides to reach out and find the edges of his jacket and pull him toward her, maybe she hopes it just doesn't show, doesn't make her smile flicker even for a second, when she tilting her head and still talking. "So, let me get this straight. You've saved me from a bar, a bottle of vodka, a cat, and a dead pizza in your head now?"

[lotsoflaughs]

"Don't pretend you wouldn't mourn the loss of pizza and booze," Gabriel chides her with a grin as he lets her pull him closer. "You could give it a so-called Viking funeral. Build a little boat for it, light the whole thing on fire, and shove it away from shore to burn majestically."

[tobeclosetohim]

If it goes to her head a little, it goes quickly. Smooth and slippery like everything else in her head, when he's still on it and she still can't stop herself from being amused. Incredulously so. She can tell herself that might be the vodka, but it's such a transparent lie at this second, when her hands slide up the edges of his jacket, until her fingers can curl at the front corners of his collar.

"Maybe. Maybe not." -- when she can pull on that part of his jacket. "But I think I'd rather light something else on fire right now." Because, honest to God, his mouth is problem. All of the words, all of the way he is smiling, and all of the way that she has to kiss him now, before whatever next terrible set of words or smirk comes out, because she does wants all of them.

[lotsoflaughs]

"Oh really?" he asks with a grin, before pressing into the kiss and wrapping an arm around her to pull her closer and more into his space. Definitely time to get this started, yep. Running his mouth more can wait until later.

[tobeclosetohim]

It harder to say which tries to make her smile more. The question or the fact it's not followed up with anything aside from being drug in. That it more than works. An arm closing around her, and the solidness of him against her suddenly. Or finally. Somewhere between those. Words giving way to something she's thought about maybe more than she'd have ever even admitted being once before earlier, and she doesn't even have to hold on to his jacket.

Can't. Doesn't want to. Her hands finding the sides of his neck, and ending halfway into that hair.

[lotsoflaughs]

The easier to whisk away his jacket without her flailing at him about her hands losing their handholds. Jacket gone, he starts walking backwards unerringly towards the bed, pulling her along with him. Probably best not to get occupied on the floor and give Jo rug burn.

[tobeclosetohim]

It's gone. Very suddenly gone, and you know it's not like she hasn't seen Gabriel appear and vanish from nearby her often enough, or not seen him do the same with things from times to time. But it is something that had been right against her, and it's so very suddenly gone entirely. It's still somehow a surprise. Clothes do not generally disappear in that kind of fashion, ala thin air and not onto a floor, or chair, or second bed, in her bedroom. Ever.

It makes her snort lightly, holding from him half-a-second, half-a-step, hands dropping to his shirt, to actually sort of appraise that whole idea and just that it really is that, before she's right back there. "Convenient."