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Character Name: Ellen Harvelle
Series: Supernatural
Timeline: From Supernatural 5x10 (Abandon All Hope), after her death.
Canon Resource Link: Well, she's the kind of lady that calls everybody "baby". See also; Jo's Journal
Character History: Ellen Harvelle was born to Josephine and Arnold Marsden in Jefferson City, Missouri. Money was tight growing up, but she had a fairly normal and happy childhood. It was short lived, however, when her father left town with another woman when she was in high school. She got a job as a waitress to help her mother make ends meet and suddenly found herself meeting a whole host of odd regulars that seemed to come through town periodically.
Later, she would learn that the diner had been a long established place for hunters to meet and exchange information. One such hunter was a twenty year old Bill Harvelle, passing through on his third hunt. Ellen fell for his easy smile and charm and gave him her number, telling him to call her if he needed help getting around town. Believing Ellen to be familiar with hunting, he invited her along on a job and Ellen learned how to salt and burn on their first "date". The two began dating periodically when Bill came through town and steadily grew more serious about one another. Eventually they married and hunted together for a short period of time. When Ellen became pregnant they both decided it was time to put down some roots somewhere and settled on central Nebraska. They opened Harvelle's Roadhouse with the idea that it too could be a place for hunters to meet and exchange information. Bill cut down on the number of jobs he took, instead gathering reports and stories of the supernatural and passing them on to other hunters to handle.
The greatest thing Ellen ever did was give birth to her baby girl, Joanna Beth Harvelle. From the day she was born she was the center of Ellen's universe. Everything she did from there on out was because of Jo. They were a happy family of three, though they ended up becoming like family to many of the regulars that came through the bar. For some they were the only form of support in a business that was as dangerous as it was lonely. Jo grew up with dozens of uncles and even a few aunts who came in and out of the bar to get a drink, an ear to listen or a place to sleep for the night. The regulars may have been a little rough around the edges, but then so was Ellen. As Jo grew older, Bill took more and more jobs that couldn't wait for another hunter passing through to pick up. Ellen learned quickly what it took to run a bar full of hunter types when it was just her and Jo there alone. She was the epitome of tough love to her real and makeshift family, not mincing words or hesitating to stop a pity party when she saw one. She had a loud mouth and a short temper at times, but she never failed to show how she really felt about people in the way that she'd silently put a plate of food before them, or kick them off a barstool and into one of the extra rooms at the back of the bar with a cot and pillow.
Bill died horribly on a job with John Winchester, a close family friend and fellow hunter, when Jo was only eight. Ellen was destroyed by the death of her husband and struggled to keep the bar going through her grief. Initially, she blamed John for Bill's death, despite knowing deep down that John would've saved him if there was any way for him to. It was almost two years before she could bring herself to try to mend the rift she'd put between them with her grief. They spoke briefly on the phone about jobs, but shared little else. They were never close the way they had been before Bill's death and John never brought his boys by the Roadhouse afterwards.
In the years following Bill's death, Ellen grew tougher and more formidable. She was mother and father to Jo and while there was no end of hunters coming through that door to regale her daughter with hunting tales she made it very clear that she expected Jo to focus on school and go to college. When Jo showed an interest in going hunting as a teenager, Ellen did her best to put an end to it early. The thought of losing her daughter as well as her husband terrified her. She eventually relented and allowed Jo to go out on some salt and burns with trusted friends, but when Jo snuck out on a job with Gordon Walker she was furious. Mostly at the fact that Gordon had been using a naïve Jo as bait. After that, Gordon wasn't welcome at the Roadhouse any longer and Jo was kept on an even shorter leash. Something that only exacerbated the normal fighting that tended to happen between mothers and their teenage daughters.
Eventually, Ellen's strong will won and Jo went off to college. The victory was short lived, however, as Jo didn't fit in and no coaxing on Ellen's part could get her not to move back home. They ran the bar together after that but Jo was hardly content in being a barmaid and it was only a matter of time before she made the decision to go off on a hunt on her own. Luckily she ran into the Winchester brothers, Dean and Sam, who had stopped by the bar a few weeks earlier and broke the news about John's death. The three of them did take out the spirit of H.H. Holmes, America's first serial killer, after Jo was held prisoner by the ghost for a short period of time. Ellen was furious when she managed to get information out of long time Roadhouse resident, Ash, that Jo hadn't gone to Vegas as she'd told her mother and had instead gone on a job. She met Jo and the Winchesters in Philadelphia and inflicted the ultimate guilt trip and icy silence on all of them on the long drive home to Nebraska. Once they were back home, she fought with Jo about her actions and ultimately told her that it was John Winchester who had been the hunter with Bill when he'd died.
Jo struck out on her own and Ellen was forced to resign herself to the fact that she couldn't force her daughter to stay at the Roadhouse or out of the hunting lifestyle. Ellen continued to help the Winchesters when she could by relaying information and cases as they came to her. Shortly after Jo's departure, demons attacked the Roadhouse and burnt it to the ground, killing everyone inside. Due to a random trip to get supplies, Ellen wasn't there and missed the attack completely. Despite being in deep shock from the destruction of her home and the loss of Ash and the others at the Roadhouse, she sought out longtime friend and ally, Bobby Singer, in order to pass on Ash's research. Ellen didn't hesitate in joining Bobby and the Winchesters in trying to stop Azazel from accessing the Devil's Trap in Wyoming. In the course of confronting Jake, Azazel's champion, Ellen was forced to hold a gun to her head in order to get the others in their group to back down. Bobby and Dean save her from shooting herself and she ultimately is able to close the Devil's Gate with Bobby.
Afterwards, Ellen set out to reunite with her daughter and came to the conclusion that if she couldn't beat her, she'd join her. She and Jo began hunting as a team and took on cases as they moved from town to town. They managed to stay vaguely aware of the Winchesters on their peripheral and hear a large amount of rumors, but both had their reasons for not seeking the men out directly. Ellen was deeply sad to hear about Dean's passing from Bobby and incredibly pissed to hear that he was alive from Rufus. So much so that she hugged him and then promptly slapped him when she saw him face to face again, then demanded that he put her on speed dial.
Working a job with Rufus, Ellen is led to believe that her old friend and daughter have been possessed by demons. In reality, they in turn believe that it is Ellen who has been possessed by a demon, thanks to mind games being played by the apocalyptic horseman, War. When Ellen comes face to face with Jo she realizes that Jo thinks she's possessed. She works with Dean to get through to Jo and Rufus and tell them the truth while saving Sam from them. Ellen was nearly killed by a civilian who thinks she's a demon before Sam manages to stop War's mind games.
Months later Jo and Ellen once again team up with the Winchesters and Bobby to take down the devil once and for all. When they arrive, they are told by Castiel that the town is full of reapers. Ellen and Jo move through town and regroup with Dean and Sam only to discover that one of the boys' old enemies is in town with hellhounds. The demon, Meg, sets the hellhounds on the group and Jo is attacked while saving Dean. Ellen then finds herself trying to come to terms with the fact that there is no chance of Jo recovering. Jo wants to take the hellhounds out by using herself as bait - since she knows she's dying anyway - and Ellen finally makes the ultimate choice to go along with her daughter's wishes. She orders the Winchesters to help them make the bomb, making it clear that she has no intention of letting her daughter die alone. Jo's final moments are spent in her mother's arms and minutes after her last breath Ellen blows up the hardware store they are occupying when the hellhounds arrive. Her last words are used to tell the hellhound breathing down her throat that she can, "Go straight back to hell, you ugly bitch."
Abilities/Special Powers: Ellen has no special powers, but she has a very specific skill set that includes a thorough knowledge of supernatural lore, impressive marksman skills, first aid knowledge, hand to hand combat skills, effective intimidation skills, extreme mother-henning and kicking the ass of friends and enemies when applicable.
Third-Person Sample: Jo didn't see her walk into the bar, but she saw Jo the minute she stepped through that door. Jo's smiling, her mouth curved up into the kind of smirk that says she's giving as much as she's getting from the two men she's taking an order from. She has to swallow down a lump in her throat at the sight of her baby girl alive and well. Whether she admitted it or not, she'd felt the crushing doubt that the demons might have come all this way for her as well.
Ellen stands and watches her as she moves back to the bar, switching out empty beer bottles for new ones, wiping down the counter and making change. She's seen Jo do just this so many times back home that she can't help but feel a crushing wave of homesickness. The Roadhouse is gone now, burned to the ground. She can't talk Jo into coming back home because there isn't one anymore.
She moves to the first seat available and sits, taking a deep breath. How can she tell Jo that? How does she break the news about Ash and the others? She swallows and forces her grief down, blinking back the wetness bordering her eyes as she squares her shoulders and clears her throat. She refuses to fall apart now. She can do that later. Maybe she doesn't have a home to offer her daughter anymore, but she sure as hell as her back. Jo's all she has left and if they're going to survive what's coming she's got some fences to mend.
She waits until Jo is nearby and then with a voice rough with emotion she speaks up. "Hey, what do I have to do to get a drink around here?"
First-Person Sample: [When the camera turns on the screen is dark and indiscernible with the sound of rustling as if it's operator is holding it too close to their clothing. The camera is shifted, revealing first a dark jacket and then, suddenly, Ellen's face comes into view, worn and unsure.
Her eyes are red from crying, but there's a strong bit of defiance in them as she stares the camera down.]
My name's Ellen. I'm looking for my daughter.
[She swallows, pursing her lips momentarily as the camera falls slightly, catching the woods up behind her. She squares her jaw and raises the camera to eye level again, her voice matter of fact and dangerous.]
I don't know what this place is and I don't care. I just need to find Jo. If you can help, I could use it. If you can't, stay the hell out of my way.
Re-app samples 12.10.15
Even if her attempt at getting those she considered family at one dinner table hadn't exactly gone as planned, Ellen's hope that they'd all come to some kind of an agreement had grown with each passing day. She knew she couldn't strong arm the Winchesters into anything they weren't ready for. More than that, she knew it wasn't her place, but her guilt over what she'd done to John had settled in the most stubborn part of her heart. She knew him well enough to know that his boys meant the world to him, whether he acted like it or not. As insane as dragging them around hunting had been after Mary's death, Ellen knew that urge far too well. You either fought or you ran, there was no in between. He had chosen the first and she had chosen the second in more ways than one. She'd tried to keep Jo away from the life and all it had done was make her run towards it instead of away from it.
Then Bobby had shown up and Ellen felt as if another part of her old life was falling into place. It was so good to be surrounded by old friends and new, even if life was hard from time to time. At least they were all together. Sometimes when she'd had too much to drink or was up too late thinking too hard she'd wish for Bill, but she knew that was more of a longshot than most. More than that, there was a part of her that wondered if he'd still love her the same after all these years. She had changed so much from the woman he'd known, she didn't know if he'd recognize her anymore.
She had her sad moments, but things were looking up. She hadn't tried to kill anyone in a few weeks and Jo's wedding was getting closer with every passing day. She'd started to believe that maybe, just maybe this was the second chance that Jo kept talking about. And then Adam had disappeared without a trace and her world had come crashing down. She'd let herself forget the most important thing.
This wasn't paradise, it was just a stop along the way. Temporary.
She was still going to do her best to make the most of it. Live the hell out of it. Make it last. But she wouldn't forget again. The more you have, the more you have to lose.
[ Ellen looks tired, but matter of fact as she addresses the camera. ]
I must be losing my mind. I've spent the last two days baking up a storm and now I've got enough pies to feed an army. So come and get 'em Wonderland. If I see another apple, I'm going to punch someone.
If you got any specific requests - besides apple - I'll consider them. Just get these out of my sight.
Re-app samples 2.15.16
The wedding had gone off without a hitch. Or rather, it had gone off with the only hitch that it was meant to have gone off with. She'd nearly lost it that morning with Jo, watching her get into her wedding dress and making sure she knew how proud she was. She'd never been the type that thought women were supposed to be married off and stay barefoot and pregnant, but she'd be lying if being those things hadn't been the happiest period of her own life.
She had wanted Jo to have the experience of making a family of her own and knowing just how much it was humanly possible to love someone rather than any real idea of marriage. She had just wanted her to be happy and here, of all places, she had found that happiness. It was emotional, even if Ellen tried to pretend like it was any other day. Even as she had talked to Jo's friends and seen so many people come out to support her, she had been moved by the life that her daughter had carved out of this place. It wasn't all that bad, not if it could make Jo smile like that. Not if it could finally give her the one thing that Ellen had been wishing for her since she'd been a baby on her knee.
She managed to hold it together through the ceremony and the reception and through the first couple of beers, but when she'd stumbled into her room and sank into her bed she found herself overwhelmed. The waterworks started and it was all she could do to grab a washcloth and wash her face. When she looked up in the mirror, she realized this was the first time she'd ever actually cried from happiness.
Ellen leans against the bar as she focuses the camera on herself. She's getting better at being more natural on this video thing.] What this place needs is a standing poker game. If you like beer, Texas hold 'em and a certain level of ambiance then come to the bar every Thursday night around seven. And if you just like beer and grown men trying and failing to pull poker faces you should come out anyway.
It was either this or karaoke night. I thought this one might have more survivors.
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whiskeyslingerE-Mail: dying.to.forget.you@gmail.com
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Character Name: Ellen Harvelle
Series: Supernatural
Timeline: From Supernatural 5x10 (Abandon All Hope), after her death.
Canon Resource Link: Well, she's the kind of lady that calls everybody "baby". See also; Jo's Journal
Character History: Ellen Harvelle was born to Josephine and Arnold Marsden in Jefferson City, Missouri. Money was tight growing up, but she had a fairly normal and happy childhood. It was short lived, however, when her father left town with another woman when she was in high school. She got a job as a waitress to help her mother make ends meet and suddenly found herself meeting a whole host of odd regulars that seemed to come through town periodically.
Later, she would learn that the diner had been a long established place for hunters to meet and exchange information. One such hunter was a twenty year old Bill Harvelle, passing through on his third hunt. Ellen fell for his easy smile and charm and gave him her number, telling him to call her if he needed help getting around town. Believing Ellen to be familiar with hunting, he invited her along on a job and Ellen learned how to salt and burn on their first "date". The two began dating periodically when Bill came through town and steadily grew more serious about one another. Eventually they married and hunted together for a short period of time. When Ellen became pregnant they both decided it was time to put down some roots somewhere and settled on central Nebraska. They opened Harvelle's Roadhouse with the idea that it too could be a place for hunters to meet and exchange information. Bill cut down on the number of jobs he took, instead gathering reports and stories of the supernatural and passing them on to other hunters to handle.
The greatest thing Ellen ever did was give birth to her baby girl, Joanna Beth Harvelle. From the day she was born she was the center of Ellen's universe. Everything she did from there on out was because of Jo. They were a happy family of three, though they ended up becoming like family to many of the regulars that came through the bar. For some they were the only form of support in a business that was as dangerous as it was lonely. Jo grew up with dozens of uncles and even a few aunts who came in and out of the bar to get a drink, an ear to listen or a place to sleep for the night. The regulars may have been a little rough around the edges, but then so was Ellen. As Jo grew older, Bill took more and more jobs that couldn't wait for another hunter passing through to pick up. Ellen learned quickly what it took to run a bar full of hunter types when it was just her and Jo there alone. She was the epitome of tough love to her real and makeshift family, not mincing words or hesitating to stop a pity party when she saw one. She had a loud mouth and a short temper at times, but she never failed to show how she really felt about people in the way that she'd silently put a plate of food before them, or kick them off a barstool and into one of the extra rooms at the back of the bar with a cot and pillow.
Bill died horribly on a job with John Winchester, a close family friend and fellow hunter, when Jo was only eight. Ellen was destroyed by the death of her husband and struggled to keep the bar going through her grief. Initially, she blamed John for Bill's death, despite knowing deep down that John would've saved him if there was any way for him to. It was almost two years before she could bring herself to try to mend the rift she'd put between them with her grief. They spoke briefly on the phone about jobs, but shared little else. They were never close the way they had been before Bill's death and John never brought his boys by the Roadhouse afterwards.
In the years following Bill's death, Ellen grew tougher and more formidable. She was mother and father to Jo and while there was no end of hunters coming through that door to regale her daughter with hunting tales she made it very clear that she expected Jo to focus on school and go to college. When Jo showed an interest in going hunting as a teenager, Ellen did her best to put an end to it early. The thought of losing her daughter as well as her husband terrified her. She eventually relented and allowed Jo to go out on some salt and burns with trusted friends, but when Jo snuck out on a job with Gordon Walker she was furious. Mostly at the fact that Gordon had been using a naïve Jo as bait. After that, Gordon wasn't welcome at the Roadhouse any longer and Jo was kept on an even shorter leash. Something that only exacerbated the normal fighting that tended to happen between mothers and their teenage daughters.
Eventually, Ellen's strong will won and Jo went off to college. The victory was short lived, however, as Jo didn't fit in and no coaxing on Ellen's part could get her not to move back home. They ran the bar together after that but Jo was hardly content in being a barmaid and it was only a matter of time before she made the decision to go off on a hunt on her own. Luckily she ran into the Winchester brothers, Dean and Sam, who had stopped by the bar a few weeks earlier and broke the news about John's death. The three of them did take out the spirit of H.H. Holmes, America's first serial killer, after Jo was held prisoner by the ghost for a short period of time. Ellen was furious when she managed to get information out of long time Roadhouse resident, Ash, that Jo hadn't gone to Vegas as she'd told her mother and had instead gone on a job. She met Jo and the Winchesters in Philadelphia and inflicted the ultimate guilt trip and icy silence on all of them on the long drive home to Nebraska. Once they were back home, she fought with Jo about her actions and ultimately told her that it was John Winchester who had been the hunter with Bill when he'd died.
Jo struck out on her own and Ellen was forced to resign herself to the fact that she couldn't force her daughter to stay at the Roadhouse or out of the hunting lifestyle. Ellen continued to help the Winchesters when she could by relaying information and cases as they came to her. Shortly after Jo's departure, demons attacked the Roadhouse and burnt it to the ground, killing everyone inside. Due to a random trip to get supplies, Ellen wasn't there and missed the attack completely. Despite being in deep shock from the destruction of her home and the loss of Ash and the others at the Roadhouse, she sought out longtime friend and ally, Bobby Singer, in order to pass on Ash's research. Ellen didn't hesitate in joining Bobby and the Winchesters in trying to stop Azazel from accessing the Devil's Trap in Wyoming. In the course of confronting Jake, Azazel's champion, Ellen was forced to hold a gun to her head in order to get the others in their group to back down. Bobby and Dean save her from shooting herself and she ultimately is able to close the Devil's Gate with Bobby.
Afterwards, Ellen set out to reunite with her daughter and came to the conclusion that if she couldn't beat her, she'd join her. She and Jo began hunting as a team and took on cases as they moved from town to town. They managed to stay vaguely aware of the Winchesters on their peripheral and hear a large amount of rumors, but both had their reasons for not seeking the men out directly. Ellen was deeply sad to hear about Dean's passing from Bobby and incredibly pissed to hear that he was alive from Rufus. So much so that she hugged him and then promptly slapped him when she saw him face to face again, then demanded that he put her on speed dial.
Working a job with Rufus, Ellen is led to believe that her old friend and daughter have been possessed by demons. In reality, they in turn believe that it is Ellen who has been possessed by a demon, thanks to mind games being played by the apocalyptic horseman, War. When Ellen comes face to face with Jo she realizes that Jo thinks she's possessed. She works with Dean to get through to Jo and Rufus and tell them the truth while saving Sam from them. Ellen was nearly killed by a civilian who thinks she's a demon before Sam manages to stop War's mind games.
Months later Jo and Ellen once again team up with the Winchesters and Bobby to take down the devil once and for all. When they arrive, they are told by Castiel that the town is full of reapers. Ellen and Jo move through town and regroup with Dean and Sam only to discover that one of the boys' old enemies is in town with hellhounds. The demon, Meg, sets the hellhounds on the group and Jo is attacked while saving Dean. Ellen then finds herself trying to come to terms with the fact that there is no chance of Jo recovering. Jo wants to take the hellhounds out by using herself as bait - since she knows she's dying anyway - and Ellen finally makes the ultimate choice to go along with her daughter's wishes. She orders the Winchesters to help them make the bomb, making it clear that she has no intention of letting her daughter die alone. Jo's final moments are spent in her mother's arms and minutes after her last breath Ellen blows up the hardware store they are occupying when the hellhounds arrive. Her last words are used to tell the hellhound breathing down her throat that she can, "Go straight back to hell, you ugly bitch."
Abilities/Special Powers: Ellen has no special powers, but she has a very specific skill set that includes a thorough knowledge of supernatural lore, impressive marksman skills, first aid knowledge, hand to hand combat skills, effective intimidation skills, extreme mother-henning and kicking the ass of friends and enemies when applicable.
Third-Person Sample: Jo didn't see her walk into the bar, but she saw Jo the minute she stepped through that door. Jo's smiling, her mouth curved up into the kind of smirk that says she's giving as much as she's getting from the two men she's taking an order from. She has to swallow down a lump in her throat at the sight of her baby girl alive and well. Whether she admitted it or not, she'd felt the crushing doubt that the demons might have come all this way for her as well.
Ellen stands and watches her as she moves back to the bar, switching out empty beer bottles for new ones, wiping down the counter and making change. She's seen Jo do just this so many times back home that she can't help but feel a crushing wave of homesickness. The Roadhouse is gone now, burned to the ground. She can't talk Jo into coming back home because there isn't one anymore.
She moves to the first seat available and sits, taking a deep breath. How can she tell Jo that? How does she break the news about Ash and the others? She swallows and forces her grief down, blinking back the wetness bordering her eyes as she squares her shoulders and clears her throat. She refuses to fall apart now. She can do that later. Maybe she doesn't have a home to offer her daughter anymore, but she sure as hell as her back. Jo's all she has left and if they're going to survive what's coming she's got some fences to mend.
She waits until Jo is nearby and then with a voice rough with emotion she speaks up. "Hey, what do I have to do to get a drink around here?"
First-Person Sample: [When the camera turns on the screen is dark and indiscernible with the sound of rustling as if it's operator is holding it too close to their clothing. The camera is shifted, revealing first a dark jacket and then, suddenly, Ellen's face comes into view, worn and unsure.
Her eyes are red from crying, but there's a strong bit of defiance in them as she stares the camera down.]
My name's Ellen. I'm looking for my daughter.
[She swallows, pursing her lips momentarily as the camera falls slightly, catching the woods up behind her. She squares her jaw and raises the camera to eye level again, her voice matter of fact and dangerous.]
I don't know what this place is and I don't care. I just need to find Jo. If you can help, I could use it. If you can't, stay the hell out of my way.
Re-app samples 12.10.15
Even if her attempt at getting those she considered family at one dinner table hadn't exactly gone as planned, Ellen's hope that they'd all come to some kind of an agreement had grown with each passing day. She knew she couldn't strong arm the Winchesters into anything they weren't ready for. More than that, she knew it wasn't her place, but her guilt over what she'd done to John had settled in the most stubborn part of her heart. She knew him well enough to know that his boys meant the world to him, whether he acted like it or not. As insane as dragging them around hunting had been after Mary's death, Ellen knew that urge far too well. You either fought or you ran, there was no in between. He had chosen the first and she had chosen the second in more ways than one. She'd tried to keep Jo away from the life and all it had done was make her run towards it instead of away from it.
Then Bobby had shown up and Ellen felt as if another part of her old life was falling into place. It was so good to be surrounded by old friends and new, even if life was hard from time to time. At least they were all together. Sometimes when she'd had too much to drink or was up too late thinking too hard she'd wish for Bill, but she knew that was more of a longshot than most. More than that, there was a part of her that wondered if he'd still love her the same after all these years. She had changed so much from the woman he'd known, she didn't know if he'd recognize her anymore.
She had her sad moments, but things were looking up. She hadn't tried to kill anyone in a few weeks and Jo's wedding was getting closer with every passing day. She'd started to believe that maybe, just maybe this was the second chance that Jo kept talking about. And then Adam had disappeared without a trace and her world had come crashing down. She'd let herself forget the most important thing.
This wasn't paradise, it was just a stop along the way. Temporary.
She was still going to do her best to make the most of it. Live the hell out of it. Make it last. But she wouldn't forget again. The more you have, the more you have to lose.
[ Ellen looks tired, but matter of fact as she addresses the camera. ]
I must be losing my mind. I've spent the last two days baking up a storm and now I've got enough pies to feed an army. So come and get 'em Wonderland. If I see another apple, I'm going to punch someone.
If you got any specific requests - besides apple - I'll consider them. Just get these out of my sight.
Re-app samples 2.15.16
The wedding had gone off without a hitch. Or rather, it had gone off with the only hitch that it was meant to have gone off with. She'd nearly lost it that morning with Jo, watching her get into her wedding dress and making sure she knew how proud she was. She'd never been the type that thought women were supposed to be married off and stay barefoot and pregnant, but she'd be lying if being those things hadn't been the happiest period of her own life.
She had wanted Jo to have the experience of making a family of her own and knowing just how much it was humanly possible to love someone rather than any real idea of marriage. She had just wanted her to be happy and here, of all places, she had found that happiness. It was emotional, even if Ellen tried to pretend like it was any other day. Even as she had talked to Jo's friends and seen so many people come out to support her, she had been moved by the life that her daughter had carved out of this place. It wasn't all that bad, not if it could make Jo smile like that. Not if it could finally give her the one thing that Ellen had been wishing for her since she'd been a baby on her knee.
She managed to hold it together through the ceremony and the reception and through the first couple of beers, but when she'd stumbled into her room and sank into her bed she found herself overwhelmed. The waterworks started and it was all she could do to grab a washcloth and wash her face. When she looked up in the mirror, she realized this was the first time she'd ever actually cried from happiness.
Ellen leans against the bar as she focuses the camera on herself. She's getting better at being more natural on this video thing.] What this place needs is a standing poker game. If you like beer, Texas hold 'em and a certain level of ambiance then come to the bar every Thursday night around seven. And if you just like beer and grown men trying and failing to pull poker faces you should come out anyway.
It was either this or karaoke night. I thought this one might have more survivors.
