Otis Jethro walked into the Ships Inn. It was like taking a step back into his past. It had been about 5 years since Jethro had come in here. He had been back on the station a couple of months now, but he had for some reason avoided coming into the in. Maybe he was avoiding Sophie, maybe he just missed his old drinking companions. Coming back to the IND had been no small thing for Jethro. When he left, he had decided he was tired of the life. He had left Winchester and Simon and the rest behind. 5 years of living a quiet existence had left him bored. When he was approached to come back, his excitement to get out of that existence had gone faster than the memories of his old friends.
Walking up to the bar, of course, he saw her, and she saw him.
"Well, I was wondering how long it was going to take you to get down here." the woman said, taking a rocks glass off the shelf and pouring from a bottle of bourbon. Before Jethro reached the bar, the glass was in front of him.
"I..I'm not really sure what to say, it's been busy." Otis stammered out, clearly on the defensive.
"Busy? You've been on the station for two months! You think I wouldn't know that you came back? What the hell is wrong with you Otie?" She shot back.
Jethro's head dropped, she was the only one who ever called him that name.
"Sophie, I'm sorry, I just..... "
"Oh shut up and sit down you idiot. Have your drink, I need to go take care of them." She said gesturing to the table in the corner. "Wait here, I'll be back."
