she fell in love in the first place

[triskeles]

	For the life of me, I cannot remember What made us think that we were wise And we'd never compromise For the life of me, I cannot believe We'd ever die for these sins We were merely freshmen

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Happy Hour

[lightgunhustler]

[Saturdays were usually busy at Harvelle's, seeing business from all of the upstanding folks that were too busy working nine to five during the week to come by, but there was a stretch in the late afternoon that was always quiet, after the lunch and daytime crowd filtered out and before the evening regulars began to trickle in.

Usually, Jo took advantage of it being quiet and managed to take care of all her clean up in record time -- something that had been achieved with ease today. And, just as she had taken to doing every Saturday afternoon, she began to look towards the door at regular intervals as she went around straightening chairs, wiping down tables and picking up stray bottles.

She usually saw him a few times during the week, but he was there on Saturdays like clockwork, and once he came through the door, she would be behind the bar and ready to pull up his favorite, unless he had other requests. So far, he never did.]

[andprotect]

[ Perhaps something could be said of a man who spent a majority of his time off in a bar and grill. These things usually lean on the negative side, but Deputy Graham Humbert is nothing if not a fairly upstanding citizen. The fact of the matter is, he's a man that's married to his work until he reaches a certain hour of the day, and then he's either working at the animal shelter, whisked away by an endearingly overeager sheriff and his fellow officers to spend time with them, or he's...

Well, at the Harvelle's.

Which isn't a bad thing, necessarily. There's almost always good company there, and if anything there is a bright young face always there to greet him. Even fresh out of the academy and a new officer working the circuit of Beacon Hills, he remembers a high schooler with blonde hair and sharp eyes working for her mother and being underestimated by those that didn't know better.

Jo Harvelle was a force in her own right.

Holding open the door for a couple exiting, he offers them a friendly smile in parting before he steps in, shrugging out of his jacket and folding it over his arm as he calmly makes his way towards his usual spot at the bar. ]

[lightgunhustler]

[She was on the move as soon as he walked in, heading to her usual spot behind the bar and tossing the rag she'd been using to wipe down tables into the bucket of soapy water beneath it. She smiles brightly as she leans against the bar, leaning on one arm.]

Hey, Graham. The usual, right?

[She doesn't even wait for him to respond before she reaches for the glass. His routine was pretty well set.]

Anything exciting happen down at the sheriff's station today?

[Beacon Hills being so crime-infested and all.]