The wayward blonde finds a home

[nolongerdemonic]

Meg was pretty much used to things going to shit. That was why she'd barely blinked when the door to her spare bedroom had led to the storeroom of a bar. What was more surprising was that it hadn't been the one she worked at. The way her life went, she'd half expecting it. But it hadn't been, so she'd just quietly slipped out of the bar and made

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[huntresschoice]

Jo still wasn't sure how she could move from one world to another through the Road House, but for right now, she had quit trying to figure it out. She was more focused on taking care of things and taking care of Dean, too. She wasn't ready to let him out of her sight for too long right now.

She stepped out onto the porch with her gun and saw the blond standing out there.

"Hi?"

[nolongerdemonic]

"Hi," Meg called back, tensing slightly. People with guns tended to do that to her, especially nowadays.

[huntresschoice]

"Can I help you? Are you new here?"

[nolongerdemonic]

"I don't know to the first and yes to the second." Meg managed a faint, sad smile.

[huntresschoice]

"I have a place just like this back home. I walked into the back freezer... and came out here.

[nolongerdemonic]

"So does that mean you have two businesses, then?" Meg grinned cheerfully. "Twice the money!"

[huntresschoice]

"Haven't really seen a lot of customers for us yet on this side."

[nolongerdemonic]

"Well, you've got one, if you'll take my money," Meg said with a shrug. "And at any rate, it's money you don't have to report to the government. Because really, like they'd believe it?"