Shut it, pal. We know what you are, and we know just how to kill you. It was less than accurate assessment, but Deanna made sure her words overflowed with confidence. No sense letting on that this particular brand of freak had them stumped. Has to be a freak, Deanna thought. Only the freaks recognize us. The pretense was betrayed by Samantha's stifled cough. Deanna shot her a look- Shut the hell up. There was a reason Deanna did the poker hustling in the family.
Well, we sort of know what you are. You're a douche, you're causing problems here, and for us violence is usually the best solution. Look guy, I've been waiting more than a while... in a bar... for you to get here, Don said with a bit of edge. I'm not sure a human bladder can take much more pressure. Can this wait until after I hit the pisser? He shifted his head awkwardly back and forth between his legs. Deanna shoved the man roughly into a tattered booth tucked into the furthest gloomy back corner of the bar, far from the prying eyes of the watering hole's patrons. Don't need any of them sticking up for this guy if things go pear- shaped.
Not likely, Hawaii Five-Oh. We've got to sort some things out first. Deanna cast a sideways look at her sister. Samantha? With a nod, Samantha reached into her pocket for the bag of rock salt, but her hand came out empty. Damn left it in the car, she muttered. Leaving Deanna holding Don hostage in the booth, Samantha headed back toward the throng of confused folks at the bar, all no doubt wondering what was happening to their free- drinks ticket. She returned with a handful of salt shakers, which she quickly began to twist open. Should have brought the rock salt shotguns, Deanna thought.
Then we wouldn't have to resort to these cheap tricks. If Don Black was possessed by a demon, he'd be vulnerable to salt, but it'd take more than a sprinkle. Things would have to get messy. If you were really expecting us, you know that we've taken down more than our fair share of your kind. Deanna's bravado was reaching fever pitch. Truth is, baby sis here doesn't need the rock salt. She uses her kungfu- grip, your ass is smote back to the pit. It was clear that all three of them knew she was bluffing. Anyone with a passing familiarity with the Apocalypse knew that Samantha's demon- blood addiction and where the dark road led her. Don chuckled softly.