He'd had the same eerie feeling of being watched as they emerged from the bar and only had a moment to think to himself that he should've been more surprised to see that this place had fugly demons as well. He wasn't.
His hand automatically went to the back of his jeans, even as his brain reminded himself that he hadn't shown up with a wallet or his phone. Someone was looking our for him though, because he miraculously found his gun where it always was, tucked behind his jacket in the band of his jeans.
He stepped forward, trying to shield Jennifer as much as he could between him and John as he began to take aim. He shot one of the advancing suckers dead center in the chest, not that you could tell by the way it stumbled and then continued to come towards them.
"Sonofabitch," he said, shooting off a couple of more shots before the thing dropped. He took aim at another one that was haulin' ass their way.