All had gone silent. Devan looked around as she sat on the counter by the cash register, one hand lazily laid on her lap and the other holding a bottle of Tequila. It was amazing how much alcohol the girl could drink before becoming a drunk babbling idiot. She had just gotten so use to it. The first stage on the way to drunkenness for Devan was staring. Which was exactly what she was doing, though she didn't this constantly. The difference between her normal staring and her stage one into drunkenness was that when whomever she was staring at realizes she's staring, she'll just look them in the eye with a blank expression on her face on she thought in a bit of a nasty way what she could do to them until the victim would yell at her or something of the sort to get her out of her thoughts. Then she would get a slightly irritated look on her face and yell back at them 'what the fuck was that for?' or 'what the fuck do you want?' like she didn't even noticed what she was doing. Though, in all respect, she did but just doesn't want to admit to people what she was thinking about.
Today's stage one drunkenness victim seemed to be Zara as Devan watched her intensely. She watched as the girl walked over to offer a hand to Jace. For a moment, Devan's eye averted to Will who was just throwing whatever was on a shelf into a bag. Everyone else seemed quiet and shaken as they waited for what they were going to do next. At the moment, it didn't really matter to Devan. She just went back to looking at Zara, random thoughts about the girl filling her head. If anyone were to hear her thoughts, they'd realize most of them are just Devan complaining about her being quiet and such, the other thoughts were countless flirtatious Devan would like to try, but would choose not to at the moment.
Devan was pulled from her thoughts as she heard Will call her name. She slowly shifted her pale blue eyes across the room from Zara to Will with Tori standing beside him. Will was looking at Devan, and Devan looked him right in the eye. She then shifted her eyes from everyone in the group as she tried to decided what she could say. "Alright." She said rather blandly for her as she poured herself one more shot and through it back, not even wincing at the taste of it as she's grown used to it. She put the bottle and shot glass back in her bag and jumped off the counter then grabbed her bat. "To the church! Then off to Steger tomorrow!" Devan said loudly, and practically ran right into a shopping cart before cursing as quietly as she could, which wasn't exactly that quiet, to her self and pushing it out of everyone's way. She walked over and leaned on the frame of the door and looked at everyone as she waited to now leave. "Hey, I should just add, if I see a goddamn zombie priest, hell, a priest in general, I'm gonna' beat them to death." Devan added as she held her bat up defensly and her eyes got wide. This was one of the only times she got serious around the group. When they were talking about zombie priest and zombie clowns.