Jo and Jason || sinking ship
Stubborn ass, he could hear his brother scolding him. If this were any other time of his life his brother would have known of his fallout with the blonde bartender, given him one hell of an eye roll before demanding to know what it was that was keeping Jason from marching back there and swallowing his pride. He always had too much of that; pride. Someday it would be his downfall. Perhaps this was the beggining of the end.
Avoiding confrontation was something the young man had quickly specialized in upon his argue with Jo. It was somewhat odd, given how, in the past, he had practically gotten off from confrontation. He had thrived while making other uncomfortable and arguing had once been his forte. Everything had changed since the slaughter of his family, since Jo explained how she had placed the pieces together and told him all about demon attacks, how and why such events took place.
Truthfully, he should have been grateful. He no longer had to walk around, wondering what it was that took his family from him. His questions had been answered yet he remained quite bitter regarding the whole ordeal. It was not fair, not for her, but it was who he was. Pain in the ass. Regardless of his stance, food was running short in his house. It wasn’t the lack of money to purchase food, it was the lack of experience on his end regarding culinary. And thus, after a couple of weeks, Jason found himself once again inside the Grill, somewhat hoping this wasn’t Jo’s shift, but it took him 20 seconds to realize that, in fact it was.
His regular stoll was claimed, eyes fixed on his favorite brand of liquor. “Burger and fries.” To go. To. Go. Yet he never added that last part. “And a beer.” No please. Nope. He was too bitter for that shit.
Burger and fries, she caught the order and threw a quick smile and a nod towards the customer; not bothering to really look at them before turning to the window and giving the order to the cook working the grill. She knew she probably should have given the customer a better welcome, but spending so much time thinking about Jason had soiled her mood.
She poured the beer and left it for a minute so it could properly head while grabbing an order and running it to the man who had ordered a few minutes before. Returning to the tap, she looked around for who had ordered the beer, her eyes resting on a familiar face. She held eye contact for a minute, her heart hammering in her chest. She hated confrontation, and certainly wasn’t in the mood for it tonight. “Here you go, you’re food should be up in just a minute.” She forced a professional smile, trying to hide the fact she was hurt and hoping he would leave soon, considering that her shift wasn’t over for another couple hours.
She walked to the other end of the bar and managed to busy herself while she waited for Jason’s order to come up. It was killing her not to walk over and strike up a conversation, or ask him why he was holding such a grudge. She hadn’t even done anything wrong. She grabbed his order as soon as it was called, hurrying to give it to him. He may have been pissed with her, but she refused to let him say she was a slow server. Her eyes met his as she slid the plate across the counter, knowing that he could tell she was upset. “Is that everything for now?” She stood there for an extra minute, hesitating and trying to decide if she should say anything else, but decided it was best to keep it professional.