On the wings of darkness (Whiskey/Samil)

[Whiskey Morgan Kings]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/5l9gf4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #151a1f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] It had started off so well. She had heard about a group of demon worshipers (I mean really? Pick a dark God or something, they can get you better benefits) who had gone onto holy ground, killed a priest and a few workers and took off with something from the rectory. While desecration of a church wasn’t something that she’d find a killable offence the murders were, so she tracked them down to a dingy home in the most rundown neighborhood she had ever seen. Whiskey Kings, one of the strongest, fastest, and smartest hunters of her age (along with if you believe that bullshit she might be able to convince you to buy a small island) she moved down the street where the house was, gun on her hip and swords in their holders on her back. It had been too long since last she hunted demons, vampires had been her main staple when it came to creatures and the couple she killed in Philly last week could attest to the deadly accuracy in which she dispatched vampiric prey, but when it came to demons she might be a little rusty. As she stood in the shadows near the house she suddenly realized that exorcism she thought she had memorized had slipped her mind replaced by Klaatu Barada N... Necktie... Neckturn... Nickel...something like that, and she knew that wasn’t the right Latin, well fuck. At least she still had holy water and salt rounds, so new plan, go in, beat the SOBs, get the relic back, then come back when exorcism memorized. She stopped under a window, slowly peeing up through it to count, one, two three, yep three total, hopefully only one was a demon (of course with her luck all three actually were) and she would be able to simply stab the other two. Did she have issue with killing humans, not in particular, especially dumb ones who worked with demons, waste of space for the lot really. She wore a black outfit, of which the only other color happened to be her name tag on her jacket that simply said "hello my name is" in print and in sharpie was written in "fuck you" a hold over from her father's style of hunting, she wore it not only in honor of him but as a good luck charm, sure he was looking down from heaven on his little girl. Under that nametag was a kevlar lined leather coat, she trusted luck only so far, she'd trust kevlar the rest of the way. Her leather pants had kevlar patches in them, covering the major arteries just in case, it'd be dumb of her to have lived through so much only to die because of a little bleed out. Location: Phoenix, AZ Outfit: Whiskey’s Hunting Gear Music: Never Gonna Stop by Rob Zombie Notes: Hey Wings.

[Samil]

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] It has been a very long time since Samil had to do a job like this, a very long time. Samil was supposed to prevent something a certain event from happening. It’s been so long he frankly could not remember, even now During his time in this Self Exile on Earth, on the ground level getting his boots dirty. His working a job some of his brother’s and Sisters have dropped the duty of doing themselves, to focus more on lesser matters such as this Civil war in heaven that Samil did not want any part of. His gotten protection jobs, inspire jobs, killing jobs, even some jobs where he himself had to perform some acts even the demons would be shame of having part in, but orders were orders and Samil was following his even when others thought it was pointless. This was one of the reason for his Exile to do the job his brother’s won’t, but recently his even stopped doing that, listening to the “Song” his set of orders that has been following since his creation, up until recently, and because of this his powers has been on the frits lately and won’t quite work like he would like them be. Well that was his theory anyway, but that didn’t stop him from following orders, even if he had to go in with a pistol he ”borrowed”, and a few blades of his own. Samil had no problem finding the house that the demons were held up in, in fact he was surprised it was so close. Recently Zee and Samil has stuck to the West like Cowboys of old, and since Edith was taken care by the twins powers of the Amherst. He had time to tackle this problem. It seems a few demons have stolen a few things that are not theirs, items, which have stayed hidden for the past few centuries. Items that could start up the Apocalypse by bring back a few keys pawns and players. Each one riding on a beastly horse, or in this era Cars, Four horsemen rang any bells, and the one and same ones the Winchesters dusted months ago, and if these demons brought them back it would only cause more trouble for everyone. It would give Raphael some very powerful allies that want to end this dust ball, have a few hunters hands full of the aftereffects that the Horseman have on this world, that might even cost some of them their lives, and his Orders this time around was not to let that happen. Samil kept low after hoping the fence, and crept up to the backdoor, already feeling the demons inside. None of them were really something to be worried about, well to Archangels anyway. They would be cake walk with an Archangel with his shit together but beggars can’t be choicer Samil unclip the ammo from his pistol to check in fact if he had in fact brought the Palo Santo, and Salt rounds instead of regular rounds. Once that was checked Samil reloaded and was ready to go. Pausing only briefly to notice how well he has gotten with these inventions that the humans favored called the gun, and how far his come with his relationship with the firearm, but dotting on the past would have to wait ,something or someone had gained the attention of the Demons, at first Samil thought it was himself, but they were moving not toward his direction but away from it.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 330px; padding: 0px 30px 160px 210px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Location: Arizona Music: Issues Escape The Fate. Outfit: Gray Sweater, jeans, and boots Notes: Gearing up for combat.

[Whiskey Morgan Kings]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/5l9gf4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #151a1f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] She moved towards the back of the house and then stopped dead in her tracks. Okay the plan had been to move in through the back door, okay kick the back door in and say evening ladies and then start to shoot, but someone was already standing there. First thought, guard….second thought hunter….third thought meow! Okay so the girl had to pause to admire that finely chiseled jaw, those angular features, and that…well nice ass, hunter on a hunt not dead. Of course she also didn’t want to end up dead so with that thought in mind she pulled her .45 out of its holster and pointed it at Samil, not aware that he was actually there to help. Hell didn’t all the best buddy team ups start that way? Every damn comic book hero who crossed over into another comic had to fight the main hero first before they teamed up and went after the bad guys. Of course this was no comic book but wouldn’t it be safe to assume the same was happening here…and why the tangent? Well that’s because Whiskey was trying to decide how best to handle Samil, torn between walking up to him and trying to knock him out, assuming he was a guard for the back and shooting him, or saying something and hoping that he was another hunter. Well her next step, missing the fact there was a stick right under her foot, snapping it, took that choice away from him. She winced, knowing that little bit of noise was enough to alert any good guard or hunter to her presence, just waiting for the guy with a nice ass to turn around, hoping she hadn’t blown the mission in that one action. Location: Phoenix, AZ Outfit: Whiskey’s Hunting Gear Music: Never Gonna Stop by Rob Zombie Notes: You Professor X, me Mystique?

[Samil]

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Samil was too absorbed by the demon’s actions in the house to notice the Female hunter that had snuck up on his nine. His eyes were still peering through the dusted, and cobwebbed window that held a portal inside when a stick was snap gaining his attention and with it the barrel of his gun, and it took only a second for Samil to registrate that it was a female hunter having her own gun aimed at his head. It was more than a guess or the fact that Samil could read minds; in Samil’s case his surrounded himself around Hunters in the past few months that he could tell with a simple glance and without a shadow of a doubt, this woman was a Huntress and a beautiful one at that. One that wasn’t that older then Zee his charge, one that seemed to be checking out Samil at the same time he was checking her out, but the little party of two was about take a turn for the worse with Three demons that did not like to have peeping toms right outside the door, and Samil had no clue if the Huntress had registrate yet or not that they had gained the audience their prey or she knew that an telekinesis attack was headed there way and a big one, but Samil highly doubted that. The only reason Samil knew it was coming their way was because of his very own “ Spidy sense” when the hairs of his host arms were standing at edge like soldiers waiting for orders, which only, and always happen on one event, and one event only, when any person in the area was about to unleash a telekinesis thrashing, wither it would be Angel or Demon, or even the occasional creature or human who could do the same feat. Samil did not know if it was something his host body learned as a warning sign or his body getting ready to defend itself, whichever the case was Samil acted on it, but not in the way he thought he would. It seemed his body had a mind of its own, because instead of breaking down the door and leading in firing round after round into the Demon’s torso, head, and so forth, then throwing blade after blade until they all laid at his feet where he could dispose of the demons that rode there host like mules if the host could survive without the demon, if not. He would dispose of the demon and the poor soul quickly, and with mercy, but none of that happened. Instead the next few moments went over like a blur, and for the simple fact that at the end where Samil didn’t find himself cover Whiskey body with his own he won’t have believe it happen. Samil had launched himself forward toward Whiskey throwing himself between her and the demons. He maneuvered his body in the air firing one, then two shots into the room breaking the glass that separated the outside from in, he heard a man yell out in pain wither the demon was down or not Samil didn’t know but at least he hit something, but fight wasn’t over. When the telekinesis attack hit Samil was hit hard he felt his body get fling backward and a ways with Whiskey tagging along. Samil had grabbed Whiskey and tucked her in for the rough ride. Samil maneuvered his body while in the air twirling with Whiskey in his arm’s maneuvering just right for when they landed in the bricks that sat next to the shed of the house Samil hit first. Samil felt the bricks and rubble bite into his skin through his shirt as he rolled with Whiskey, and when they stopped Samil paused only briefly to study Whiskey’s eyes only a few centimeters away from each other. They were face to face with each other with Samil on top, but the moment was ended when the backdoor of the house flew off its hinges heading toward them and Samil stood up out of the way yanking Whiskey along with getting ready to defend themselves not knowing where his gun had gotten too, but he still had his knifes and wiped out two both about a forearm long waiting to be used to draw out blood of it’s enemies.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 330px; padding: 0px 30px 160px 210px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Location: Arizona Music: Issues Escape The Fate. Outfit: Gray Sweater, jeans, and boots Notes: Don’t know if it was the right choice or not to save her but the deed was done.

[Whiskey Morgan Kings]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/5l9gf4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #151a1f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Never one to be a damsel in distress, Whiskey nevertheless had found herself shielded by this handsome stranger, feeling oddly safe in his arms, that explained why instead of opening her mouth to cuss him out for treating her like some whiting flower she simply let him shield her. Her thoughts went to ones less focused on the job at hand and more on what his hands could be doing later that night…if they lived through what was going on around them. When their bodies stopped moving her eyes met his, those clear blue eyes making her stomach tie up in knots a moment as that feeling of attraction, like an electric surge, ran up her spine. She almost pressed her lips to his, an act she would have made without thinking of first, but then the moment passed and hearing the door fly off its hinges her eyes turned from his, looking to the new threat as she was pulled up to her feet, moving to stand beside Samil. “Hey Blue Eyes, I’m Whiskey, tell me you can spout off an exorcism please?” She saw him pull blades and nodded to that, her own gun lost as she was swept off her feet by her handsome companion she reached back and drew the twin blades of her own with a deadly ‘snick’ sound. She twirled the one in her right hand a moment while watching three sets of black eyed demons moving out from the door and staring at them, feeling oddly like they were some sort of modern day gunfighters in some weird western. That’s when her mind started to click into place. What was that story again, one her father had told her over and over again when she was a child? Something about when her mom had been in trouble how he’d rescued her while playing ‘Barbie Girl’. Wasn’t that demons too? Now Wade Kings was famous for one thing (okay lots of things but one only counted right now) and that was his big mouth, something Whiskey had in common with her father. Every time he told her that story he made sure to keep details in it, like….the exorcism right he used to rid himself of the demons, well rid her mom of the demon that was using her as a meatsuit. Softly humming the tune of ‘Barbie Girl’ she tried to force her memory into recalling the words to the rite he had included in the story. “If you can keep them off of me just a moment longer I think I can remember this…something like Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potesta…” Slowly starting to piece together the memory of that story that always seemed to have a happy ending. Location: Phoenix, AZ Outfit: Whiskey’s Hunting Gear Music: Never Gonna Stop by Rob Zombie Notes: Yes….true story….Barbie Girl

[Samil]

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Not one to be rude Samil spared Whiskey a glance taking her in all at once, and noted she wasn’t bad, not at all. In both departments as a Hunter noticing how fast she had bounced back from there little trip, and how well her body looked. Samil smirked before turning back to the Demons, “ The name’s Samil legs, very nice to meet you, Whiskey,” Whiskey’s name rolled off of Samil’s tongue like that of fine curly smoke. It danced, it flipped, and lingered on Samil’s taste buds and he liked it. Samil’s eyes were back on the main threat the demons who were drew closer with caution. Which was smart on their part, they were probably wondering why the two weren’t half way to the city board by now with how much power they threw into the attack? This pause, the doubt in their power was a good thing for Samil and Whiskey he thought, gave them time to get there shit together, “I got the exorcism if you ca…” Samil glanced over to Whiskey and took one look and knew she was trying to piece something together, whatever it was he could buy her time for it like he was going to ask Whiskey to do for him for the Exorcism, but the pieces in Whiskey’s mind fell into place it seemed when she asked him to buy sometime. “You have all the time in the world, just make it quick for us to get out of here and I can buy us a few drink.” Samil didn’t spare a look back toward Whiskey, walking forward to the circling Demons. It wasn’t a question, or an offer, but a statement. It might have been bold move to make for someone he just met, but they both were Hunters in a way; Whiskey more than him of course. Their lives were constantly put in harm’s way with whatever case that they were working at the time. They truly did live life in the fast lane not knowing when which day will be the day they will close their eyes for good. So that meant for some a lot of down time to enjoy what life had to offer, and boy did Samil had to offer a lot to Whiskey, all she had to do was ask. Samil crept closer to the demons matching each stride they took, until they all were within each striking distance. Samil tried to keep his eyes on each Demon as they all sized each other and see who would jump first and make the first mistake, and from the look of things none of the Demons wanted to be fooled into be set back to hell yet. So that left the ball in Samil’s court, he checked each demon first one to his right a medium sized average Joe balding a bit, and was slinky in the body department, the next one directly in front of Samil was shortest out of the three, a little more weight on this one, but not like the third he was the same size as the one on Samil’s left, but he was by far the heaviest, and Samil summed that up to the reason he took the Palo Santo/Salt round in his arm. He saw the wound and blood trail leading from it. He knew it wasn’t deep enough to cause paralyze affect that the PaloSanto have on Demons if “injected” right, but Samil knew it would make him slow, slow enough to be the first one cut down by Samil’s blades, if he played his cards right, and Samil always did. The next few moments might seem to have gone by very fast and hard to follow for on lookers but for Samil it was going in normal speed, hell even slow. It wasn’t because of any adrenalin pumping through the body, or any additional drugs in his system; it was just because of the simple fact that this was Samil’s normal pace. Samil glanced to the Demon on his right then his left before taking a have step forward and faked a swing, which the demon on his left jumped back just like he planned, and the other Demon’s lunged forward. As soon as Samil’s foot landed he pivoted dropping low to the ground and spun dodging the Demon to his right with the bullet wounds’ haymaker, and sliced behind his knee causing him to yell out in pain and agony, but Samil did not pause he kept with the motion and positioned himself behind the demon that he just dropped and was now on the left side of the short demon who paused very briefly to readjust, and in his eyes a surprise that a Human could move at this speed, and that was that Demon’s down fall. Samil took that time to lung forward with the blade of his sword. The Demon was faster than he thought and blocked with the palm of his hands Samil’s blades with each lung and strike. Before Samil knew it the other Demons joined the party and the dance was on. Samil was in the heat of things blocking, blocking, striking, ducking, and weaving, and in repeat over and over again as Samil was in the heart of Battle.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 330px; padding: 0px 30px 160px 210px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Location: Arizona Music: Issues Escape The Fate. Outfit: Gray Sweater, jeans, and boots Notes: Just keep moving, just moving, just keeping moving, moving, moving.

[Whiskey Morgan Kings]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/5l9gf4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #151a1f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] She chuckled at the introduction, still piecing together the exorcism in her mind, already seeing the demons reacting to the words she had spoken as their black in black eyes focused on her. “Samil legs…interesting name, I would have guessed Samil niceass myself but I guess we can’t always choose our names can we?” A smart ass to the last Whiskey really couldn’t help herself but her name on his lips did something strange to the pit of her stomach again, twisting it up in knots, something wholly new to her as she tried to keep focused on the task at hand but found herself horridly distracted but thoughts of his hands around her again. There wasn’t anything rational about it, simple need, and she’d experienced need before but this…it was different. At the offer of drinks she simply nodded to him, strengthening the hold on the swords in her hands, now what was it again….damn it focus. Her eyes trailed back over to Samil as he became a whirl of blades and violence, shuttering softly to herself. The truth was that she enjoyed this part of the job, something about taking revenge on creatures, blaming them for all of the problems in life that seemed to plague her, that perhaps life wasn’t only there to make her cut and bleed but there was something else at fault for it, something she could make pay for it…again something irrational but when you hunted ghosts, vampires, and werewolves for a living then what was truly rational? That’s when she noticed something weird about Samil’s movements; something that seemed sped up about them, something unnatural. Her brain clicked on as she realized that perhaps she wasn’t fighting alongside someone wholly human, along with that realization came just the thought that really it didn’t matter. After the fight she’d make the decision as to what Samil’s intentions were then see if she had to end him or not, she was hoping on the not. Finally the last piece of the exorcism clicked into place as one of the demons, put off by Samil’s superior skills, turned on Whiskey, having decided that perhaps she would be fair game. As she began chanting again a dangerous smirk came over her lips, her right hand twirling the ninjto in a circle. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,” As the demon moved into her, reaching a hand out to try to grab her arm she brought the sword down across its forearm, blood spraying from the wound and covering her black jacket. She turned, spinning the other blade across its chest, opening up an angry wound there as well. “omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.” It cried out in pain, cussing at her as it reached in and grabbed a hold of her arm, she dropped the sword in her other arm and grabbed the wrist of that hand, turning her hip into his and twisting just so, using the demon’s weight agisnt him, sending him crashing into the floor backfirst. “Ergo, draco maledicte. Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate…” Turning back she brought a boot up and stomped down on its face, a sickening crack heard as she had applied just enough pressure to break its nose, knowing that would buy her enough time to finish it. “servire,te rogamus Adios bitch….audi nos.” Stepping back from the prone demon she watched as all the demons mouths opened up, black clouds of smoke rising from them in some strange cry of horror, the wind picking up as the swirling mass escaped out to the free sky outside. She just stood there a moment, taking a few deep breaths, then reaching up to wipe the few drops of blood from her face as she turned to look at him, sheathing the sword she had in her hand but not yet moving to pick up the other one that lay on the ground a few feet away. “I got to say this, you sure do know how to show a girl a good time.” Location: Phoenix, AZ Outfit: Whiskey’s Hunting Gear Music: Never Gonna Stop by Rob Zombie Notes: I don’t think that exorcism works unless you go with Adios Bitch first….

[Samil]

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Samil was too far gone in the tango of death that Samil and the Demons were caught up in to correct Whiskey about his name, but that was unimportant now. What was important at this exact moment was for Samil not to stop moving, and keep these Demon’s off guard. He figured if he paused for even a second either attacking or defending that the Demons would have a chance to throw an telekinesis attack on Samil and turn their attention to Whiskey. Which was something that couldn’t be risk, for Whiskey was this mortal only chance at getting these Demons out. If Samil was at his peak condition, he would have been able to expel these demons with a snap of his fingers and be done with this whole ordeal but if’s are only ifs, and Samil lived in the here and now, and right now he was kicking ass. Samil twirled and twisted out of the punch’s way of one demon, and trapped the arm with the dull and curve side of the blade. Putting the Demon in the way of a front kick that was aimed toward him; The trapped Demon straggled only a little as the force of both the Demon and Archangel wasn’t strong enough to throw them both, but just enough to throw the demon off for Samil with one carefully placed pressured push with Samil’s forearm and the Demon’s elbow, and Demon’s arm broke, then with quickly fancy foot work Samil tripped and the Demon with the broken arm and smashed his face into the backyard grass, and was onto the next one. Samil knew a Broken arm wasn’t enough to keep a demon down, but it brought him enough time to deal with the other. Samil came down with blows after blow of delivering slash marks across the demon’s arm that the demon held up to block with. Samil was about to turn his attention toward the other demon that sat in the wings, before the one that he face planted would get up, but wither it knew Samil was targeting it, or thought to take care of the girl before helping his buddies take off toward Whiskey and Samil cursed under his breath and flipped the sword in one hand and was about to send it soring when Samil noticed that Whiskey didn’t need his help, she held her own and then some from that Demon. The Demon from earlier woke up from his dirt nap and tackled Samil, the other one came back for some pay back for his arm. It seemed Samil needed to worry about himself a little more than he did for the young Hunter. One second Damon was on defense from the blows from the Demons when both faces light up with a look of confusion and fear then both threw back their heads and black smoke shoot out from their mouths and soon after that little show the human host fell to the ground limp, and Samil could finally let out a breath of relief from the whole ordeal. He scanned over both bodies as he placed his blades back in their place sparing only a glance, before kneeling down and placing two fingers on both Host victims forehead and focused on healing the Humans from the stress that the Demon’s put on and the recent wounds from the battle with Samil. After that was done he went to work searching through their pockets for what he came for and found nothing. He cursed a little under his breath, then heard Whiskey call out over to him. A sly smirk played at Samil’s lips that spoke volumes of flirtation, and fun. He stood up and turned on his heel to face Whiskey glancing down noticing she hadn’t put away the blade she held but dismissed it, as Hunter behavior. “Well legs, I’m not done yet,” Samil winked and eyed the last Human that had his face kicked in still unconscious at the feet of Whiskey. He nodded over to the body before taking a step forward. “Can I check the body? He has something that I’m looking for.”

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 330px; padding: 0px 30px 160px 210px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Location: Arizona Music: Issues Escape The Fate. Outfit: Gray Sweater, jeans, and boots Notes: First objects than fun .

[Whiskey Morgan Kings]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/5l9gf4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #151a1f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Reaching down she picked up her other sword, wiping it off on one of the bodies nearby before slipping it away, big hazel eyes finally taking a good moment to take Samil in fully. Angular features, clear blue eyes, a jaw that she’d love to nibble on…along with something else that she just couldn’t put her thumb on. Of course she’d already pegged him as being a hunter, that much was obvious, but now she was starting to consider that perhaps he might also be a little something more. That only gave her a moment to pause, but the question he posed her was one that she needed to be sure of what he was before he let anything these demons were interested in go. “I wasn’t aware the church had hunters on staff, they have something I’m looking for too, something people lost their lives for.” She was serious about making sure that the artifact didn’t fall into the wrong hands again and being honest with herself he was good and she’d have a hell of a time taking it back from him if he intended on using it to do something other than return it. That and she’d hate to have to cut up a perfectly fine specimen of manflesh like that, well before she got to see what it was like between the sheets at least. “I really want to think we are on the same side here but you’ll understand when I say I can’t be sure. How’s this for a deal, I’ll find the thing and we go back to the church, together, and return it? Then you can buy me that drink and I’ll even let you make me pancakes in the morning…well that is if you can make pancakes without an sleep at all.” Business first, play after, Whiskey wasn’t going to let the opposite happen but she damn well hoped he wasn’t someone who was going to stab her in the back, the promises of waking up next to him had even made her forget to give him the basic rundown of her rules, which hadn’t ever happened before either. Location: Phoenix, AZ Outfit: Whiskey’s Hunting Gear Music: Never Gonna Stop by Rob Zombie Notes: Business first then play.