Considering that the gun was procured illegally, turning it into a coffee mug was the best solution. Luther made no protest, only sighing as he filled up the two glasses of water. He passed one to Joanie, before sipping at his.
"He's not that bad," he corrected. Feeling slightly more hydrated, he placed the glass on the counter and headed for his bedroom. The gun was retrieved and he passed it to Joanie, hoping she wouldn't ask about any others. His phone was pulled out again, checking idly for a message that hadn't come. Damn.