It was a usual day at Harvelle's Roadhouse, Ellen Harvelle was stood behind the wooden bar cleaning dirty glasses with a towel, the remnants of leftover beer coming out with ease. Also working was Jo Harvelle, Ellen's daughter and daughter of William Harvelle, Ellen's late husband, her blonde hair had fallen over her shoulders but she continued to scrub the tables clean which would probably not last long knowing the behaviours of the customers. Once satisfied with the table she was on looked, Jo moved over to another one passing by Ash as she did so.

Ash was a worker there too, he had been employed there since March of 2001 and had been always willing to help whenever he wasn't busy on his laptop but when Ellen told him to do a job, he did it with no complaints though he really did have no choice but to listen. Much like Jo, Ash was also scrubbing the tables which Jo was thankful for given the amount of work to be done until it was time to open for the day. It was still early out and the weather was that kind of cold on a morning where you would regret wearing shorts but come to realise that it was worth it as the hours ticked by.

"Jo, there's some pretzel wrappers by your feet." Came Ellen's voice as she looked up from her own job to make sure the two of them were not slacking off. At the mention of her name, Jo looked up but then looked down before kneeling to pick up two empty pretzel packets. Once done, she placed the rubbish in a nearby bin and went back to cleaning under her mother's supervision. As around half an hour passed, it came the time to open and Ellen slung the towel down onto the bar and now all the three had to do was wait until the customers arrived.

"Ash, you go do whatever you need to but if I need your help, you better get your ass outta your room when I call." Ellen ordered.

"Will do." Drawled Ash as he retreated to his room in the back section of the Roadhouse. It took about an hour for people to start coming in, Jo and Ellen recognised a few to be hunters with the others just being ordinary people who just wanted a quick drink and who had no knowledge what truly went bump in the night. It was still calm but there was still plenty of time for it to become busier as the place had only just opened after all. Knowing non-hunters were in earshot, the hunters there chose to sit in groups and whisper among themselves about what cases they were currently working, if they had just come back from a hunt or other things that were related to a job. When asked about the people who whispered, Ellen would tell tell the nosey customers that it was most likely just something related to their personal lives before assuring them it was nothing to worry about.

"Got rid of a vengeful spirit I did back in Montana, real nasty son of bitch this one was though." One of the hunters mumbled to another who while listening was drinking a beer he had ordered. "Had to call for back-up it was that tough." The same man spoke again.

"Knew vengeful spirits could be a problem but bad to the point you had to get someone else to help? Damn." The woman next to the drinking man chimed in, she looked around the same age as the hunters around her though she spoke in a clear Irish accent. "You sure you're not just getting old?" She asked teasingly.

"I'm a few months older than you..." The man remarked grabbing his own beer where he then took a sip. The first man who had drank while he had been talking could not help but chime him once again. "Ah, even the toughest hunters need help, we're not invincible, Susan."

The woman, Susan, only laughed. "I know, I know, you got a point but I'd expect back-up for a nest of vampires or some Rugarus, not a spirit...but I guess them being vengeful doesn't help." She added on with a shrug of her shoulders.

They would continue to talk, Ellen would continue to serve drinks to the customers and Jo would help out as more people cam in just as some would leave after finishing their drinks. Noticing the empty tables, Jo would walk over to collect the empty glasses before Ellen would tell her to.