Dacca had the bar surrounded by a collection of firearms parts.  That, and was finishing carving a lovely threatening message on the pool table, after on on the wall, on the bar... she'd been just as busy too.  So now it was a demolished room with a whole mess of destroyed guns and broken liquor bottles (and apparently Docca had found some novacoke, which she'd thrown over the bar in the pools of liquor), electronics gutted about the room, and a demolished once-nice pool table...<br/><br/>"Hm... looks good." Docca said, pulling the last remaining liquor bottle up with her, looking at it and then sniffing it as she opened it "You like bourbon?  Nevermind, stick 'Dick' there somewhere he'll wake up and get a good view of the  'threat' to sear into his brain and let's get going.  I figure my 'John' has to work late tonight, so he's decided to 'reschedule'.  Think that will fly by Lone Star?"