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Sometimes I wonder if I need a change. Maybe I should cut my hair or something. I could pull off a pixie cut, I think?

    It was the sort of night any bar owner would be thanking their luck stars for; especially someone who had just recently opened. Tables were crowded, noise filled the air and liquor bottles were quickly emptied. It may have been late, but the crowd clearly had no intent in leaving anytime soon. Jo wasn't bothered by that in the least.

    Although the Roadhouse wasn't doing poorly, Jo hadn't expected to have as many customers in as she did. Having only two waitresses on, and no one else  being able to come in, the bar was short staffed. Jo found herself  doing everything she could to keep the customers happy, spending the whole night weaving through tables to take orders and serve. 

   With every crowd their always seemed to be someone who couldn't handle their alcohol. Breaking up fights had never bother Joanna before, and neither had handsy customers; it was always something she liked to joke with the other staff about, and laugh off. Tonight happened to be an exception.

  The two men were both new to the Roadhouse, and Jo had been putting up with flirtatious comments and hands on her hips and lower back  all night. Being called babe and sweetheart, as well as pushing grabby fingers away hadn't phased her; and turning down the offers to spend the night with one of the men at the table hadn't bothered her in least. Working in a bar for so long, she was used to it.  When the two stood up and began to scrap, Jo found herself running from behind the bar to hopefully avoid an incident.

  Quickly chairs were thrown out of the way and people scrambled to get out of the way of the pair. A circle formed around them as fists started to fly. Jo tried desperately to get in the middle of the pair, hoping to break the fight up. She ducked and squirmed and pulled; trying to pull either one far enough back to get in the middle. That was when one fist flew too far right, connecting with her nose.

-Some guy tried to shove a donut in my arms this morning. First of all, I'm not taking food from a stranger, second of all.. I don't even like them that much.

Why does donuts have a holiday anyway?

LOVE DON’T DIE”