WHO: Rebecca & Deacon. WHAT: Deacon needs a fix. WHEN: Friday 9/10, evening. WHERE: Becca's place, Los Angeles. WARNINGS: Blood, sex, rock-n-roll. Oh yeah, and somebody's going to die.
They'd been doing this dance for so long, now, Rebecca had come to expect the verbal abuse and the pointed barbs. It was like flirting between them. Like foreplay. If she were honest, Rebecca had been pushing Deacon deliberately, testing his tolerance, seeing how hard she could push him before he had to have more. If she were honest, she might have thought twice about it, because it wasn't the words that could hurt her so much as the chance that Deacon might decide to rub some real salt in the wound someday. Or drown her in holy water. Or simply turn his pimped out exorcism muscles against her, choke the demon out, and then kill her human body just for spite.
But this was Rebecca. And this was Ruby. When was she ever honest?