The coffee at Nick's place isn't much, but the waitress keeps the cups full, which most places don't. The booths are private, too.
She explains it the best she can. Crash...Johnny...Books her grandmother had had that Roxanne wasn't supposed to know about, much less read...The whole demon bonding to her, only to be simultaneously promised to Johnny by the Devil, everyone being ready to spit and -
"Noth'n," she replies, full of misery. "Ah know ah collected scars, more strength and that hammer somewhere. Big Z and I have had time to work things out." She fiddles with one of the tabs on her now patch-less jacket. "Ah know ah used it. Ah know where ah was wasn't home, and that wasn't the worst of it." She drinks down to the dregs and rolls the oily grounds in her mouth slightly. "It's just all gone now. Ah woke up in an alley here an' that's all ah got."
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