“I am cool with getting us a cab.”
“Hells yeah, best sister ever.” He grinned at her and ordered a couple more shots for the both of them.
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“I am cool with getting us a cab.”
“Hells yeah, best sister ever.” He grinned at her and ordered a couple more shots for the both of them.
That got a laugh from the demon, cold, dark eyes looking down at the male. “It will be, Peter. Your attempt to rescue her, because I know it’s coming, I’d be foolish to not expect it, will be the last thing that you do. I’ll make sure of it. Then we will see just how powerful the two Halliwell twins are. One being controlled by the Source and the other killed by him.” He began making things up to project at Peter, including the act that he’d already accused him of. “I’ll be rid of you and then the Charmed Ones will be next. I might even let Patience do that.”
“She’ll never hurt her family.” He wished he couldn’t see what they other was sending him. He wanted to just punch the other as hard as he could. He wanted to claw that pretty face. He wanted to make this bastard pay for whatever he had done or was planning on doing to Patience. “You’re going to pay for every second of pain you put her through.”
Endless List Of Favourite Pairings — Bobby Mercer & Jack Mercer (Four Brothers)
“Jack, please. Come on, man. Come on, Jack, you gotta breathe! Don’t you die on me, you little fairy. Come on, Jack. Please! You gotta fucking breathe! Come on! Jack! Jack. Jack, come on, Jack, please! Please… Jack.“
She’s quick to shoot hers afterwards before fixing her brother with a look, “Oh Peter. I know what whiskey is. And I happen to like it.”
He laughed and shook his head. “You’re crazy, man. Guess I gotta stay semi-sober if we’re getting home, though, unless you wanna pay for a cab.”
“And what? Your other sisters are just gonna let you go on a fuckin’ suicide mission? No. I ain’t lettin’ you go either.” He gritted his teeth and furrowed his brow.
“Gabriel’s torturing her and I’m the only one that can find her. If I go, the demons will take me right to them. If you go, they’ll kill you right off. If Paige or Phoebe or Piper goes, it’s 50/50 at best odds whether they’ll just be killed. He likes hurting people and I made sure he knows how to get at me. I’m a Halliwell by blood and one they know how to hurt, one they know hurting will hurt Patience.”
“What’s this caring word?”
Well fine then, he’s just gonna shoot his two shots immediately after they’re set poured. “Now careful, that’s whiskey, much more potent than beer.”
Ray furrowed his brow a little. “Why? I don’ think I’ve ever seen you take it off. Pretty sure you were wearin’ it back when you were a kid.”
“There’s a spell I found that can be used to force a scrying crystal into whatever position you’re in. I can use it to get Patience out.”
“I was thinking it meant, four for me.”
“Sharing is caring, bitch.”
“Whatcha want?” he asked and headed into the bedroom, flopping down on the mattress beside Peter.
He took Ray’s hand and placed the chain necklace he always wore in the other’s palm and closed his fingers. “Want you to have that.”
“That just means we have lots of fun.”
“Boy ain’t that the truth.” He called the bartender over and ordered four shots. “That’s two for you, two for me, not three for you, either.”
“Ray, c’mere. I got something for you.”
“Thanks.”
“Well, we’re definitely twins. We’re both rude as hell and drink far too much.”
She couldn’t help but chuckle at that, “Is that why my social skills suck?”
“Totally why your social skills suck.”
“Mom wrote something about a demon that attacked her when she was pregnant with us, and how it caused some complications. And it just…makes me uneasy.”
“Huh. That’s probably why I’m so bad at math. Our mother was far too active for a pregnant woman.”
“It was just something about a demon, and something about it made me really uneasy. And I know it’s dumb. It’s just really hard to explain.”
“Patience, what exactly did you read?”
“Just something in the book.”
“What do you mean something in the book?”