Name:  Deke Lorton<br/><br/>Location & Time:  Sam’s room/Friday, 20 December 0740<br/><br/>Tagging: Sam.<br/><br/>Wearing:  His colors and a black long sleeved shirt, jeans and biker boots.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Normally Deke would have knocked the gal in front of him onto her plump ass for not answering his question.  But he’d thought about this kind of thing ahead of time and realized that despite her curvy body, he was dealing with a scared<i>girl</i>; he could see that clear as day on her face and in her eyes.  Plus he had to give her at least a few bonus points for<i>not</i>shrieking like some hysterical bitch in a horror movie,<i>and</i>also kind of nodding to him in agreement.  So Deke decided to give this daughter<i>one</i>more chance to get with the program before he turned on the ultra-violence.<br/><br/>“We’re going to try this again Pumpkin,” he began in a calm voice “and you need to<i>listen</i>to me this time; otherwise, bad things are going to start happening to you.  Your brother owes us some money, since we don’t give meth away for free.  My friends are collecting him and your Mom up downstairs, so we can have a little family meeting about how you’all are going to pay us.  If<i>any</i>of you don’t do what we say, you’re<i>all</i>going to get hurt.  Bad.”  Deke thought about pointing his blade at the girl to emphasize his point, but he’d seen her eyes drawn to it and so skipped that little bit of theatrics; he knew she knew it was there.<br/><br/>“I want you to do two things for me right now.  First, say ‘I understand’ so that I know you’ve been listening and not ignoring me.  And second, drop that stupid little box you’ve got in your hand.  Because if you throw it at me, or try to hit me with it, I’m going to get very,<i>very</i>angry.”<br/><br/>Deke locked eyes with Sam again, then held up his left hand and wiggled his fingers.  “Now as much fun as it is to talk with you Pumpkin, I got shit to do.  So I’m going to give you<i>five</i>seconds to do what I want before I start carving pieces off of that hot little body of yours.  Which’d be kind of a shame, but that's life and the choice is yours.”  Deke’s fingers began curling towards his palm as he counted down out loud.  “Five.  Four.  Three …”