Bo had gone to Tartarus and back. She'd been born in Hel. She'd been to Valhalla. She had no wish to go back to any of those places unless she couldn't avoid it. One day she would undoubtedly need to go back there for one reason or another, but right now, the only place she was interested in leading anyone to was to her bedroom. She no longer lived in the crackshack she'd once shared with Kenzi. She'd burned that down long ago. And even if she hadn't, she wouldn't want to live there now. Too many memories and ghosts there. No, she had a different place, one that was all hers, save for when she brought people home or her friends came over.

Another loss to the ravages of time had been her beloved yellow convertible. She'd upgraded over the years, though now she still had a convertible. It was just a sexier type, this time painted black with streaks of electric blue along the sides. She groaned at the way Julia touched her. She turned, grabbing the blonde by the back of her head and pulling her in for a heated kiss. It was fast becoming a question if she'd make it back to her place in one piece, but it wasn't like she couldn't heal herself or revive someone. At least she could revive someone if enough people were around at the time.

"You might want to buckle up because I'm gonna speed," she warned after breaking the kiss and reached her car. She pulled her keys out of her cleavage with a bit of a smirk and she bit her lower lip as she got in the car and started the engine, which roared into life.