{+ 10}
A hunter walks into a bar...
That's it, that's the joke. It's still missing the punchline - but she'll work that out later, because currently Joanna is sitting at a bar in whothehellknowswhere, Kansas and she's ordering another beer. There's blood on her hands - literally, not figuratively because she finished a case not an hour earlier.
Just a vampire, it wasn't supposed to get messy.
Besides the strange glances she gets from the bartender Jo doesn't really care about the red stains on her hands. She does however notice how whomever is sitting beside her glances over at her hands, and she figures she should elaborate before someone accuses her of being some sort of serial killer (technically true, but still.)
"I, uh, fell. Got a little cut up."
