Ana & Cat & Open
"Well, being from Texas, you should understand that extreme religion can equal a whole bunch of assholes," she noted darkly but then she breathed a heavy sigh, "I'm sorry about the rest." She wasn't callous though it could seem that way sometimes.
Catherine snorted sharply, pushing her fingers through her curls, "No. We're Catholics. Enjoying things isn't guilty enough." And really, Catholic Guilt was nothing to toy with.
What did they do? "We wait for the all clear and then we go help people. The darker of us can deal with the bodies..." And there would be plenty of enough bullets found their mark. You didn't have to be supernatural to die from a silver bullet to the face.