Ruby wanted lobster bisque and a rum and coke. Where could they go at this time of the night for both? Joe's Crab Shack, of course. Bela's stomach turned when she saw the lobsters struggling in their tanks. Years ago, she had switched to a fairly vegetarian diet with the occasional filet mignon. The smell of fish didn't agree with her olfactory senses.

Bela excused herself to wash more of the sweat and tears from her face. She didn't have the luxury that Ruby had. Ruby could've healed naturally. But it would've taken too much time. So, she recited something in Latin, and her wounds healed and her clothes looked pristine again. As Bela studied her reflection, which look tired and puffy, she pondered as to whether she should ditch Ruby. But then, Ruby did say that she was using a hex spell to keep the hounds at bay. Despite her misgivings, Bela was stuck at this abomination filled with overweight soccer moms, sex-starved college kids, and drunken men that communicated by four-letter words. She so loved America.

"I didn't know what you wanted to drink, so the waitress is going to come back," said Ruby, as she eyed the menu.

Bela pushed the menu away from herself. She recoiled at the stickiness that clung to her fingers.

"Charming place," said Bela.

"We could've gone to Rex's Tavern if you weren't so squeamish," said Ruby. She didn't once take her eyes off the menu.

"Well if I had a choice between a buffalo's head or a fish mounted to the wall, I'll take the latter," said Bela.

The place suddenly filled with sirens. Bela jumped a little. A smile spread across Ruby's face as the Crab Shack employees walked out, and spread across the establishment. The strobe lights filled the room as the workers danced to a disco song.

"Waitress, can I have a shot of vodka over a lot of ice?" asked Bela, as she massaged her temples.

"Now this is becoming a girl's night out," said Ruby.

Bela was on her third shot of vodka. It was her way of coping for a very disturbing night: the sight of Ruby slurping up her lobster bisque soup like an obese wrestler was too much.

It didn't help that Ruby also ordered a side of fries. Ketchup was all over the table like a crime scene.

"You know, you're really making me feel self-conscious Posh Skank with your stares," said Ruby.

"Self-conscious? Why dear? I am enjoying the ambiance of this place," countered Bela.

"Well, if I didn't save you, you wouldn't be enjoying the ambiance of anything. Unless you'd like seeing a fiery pit of destruction."

"Look, Ruby, I mean no ill will. Sometimes being a bitch is the only thing a woman has to hold onto," said Bela.

"Oh my god, did you just quote Dolores Claiborne? That's my favorite novel," said Ruby.

"Really?" asked an incredulous Bela.

"Yeah. I especially liked the part where the killer clown comes in via the mist and the townspeople make a deal with the vampire to be saved. Then, the lady breaks the guy's legs with a hammer and throws him down the well," said Ruby.

"Well, you forgot the haunted hotel. But no one is perfect," said Bela, as she downed her third shot of vodka.

"So, speaking of plot points, how did you know my original meat suit?" asked Ruby.

Bela chuckled a little. It was a mixture of the vodka and surprise.

"What's so funny?" asked Ruby.

"I am envisioning your interactions with Dean. I take it that he is not too keen on you?" asked Bela.

"He's jealous of my relationship with Sam," said Ruby flatly.

"Well…" said Bela, as she leaned in close, "Dean told me about the meat suit."

Bela wondered if Ruby would believe the lie. She kept a straight face so as not to expose her deceit.

"I guess Dean isn't the amateur I thought he was," said Ruby. "After all, you're Miss Public Records, so it's not hard to discern your real identity if you have half a brain."

"Hmm, I thought the Public Records building burned down years ago," said Bela casually.

"Whoever did the arson job didn't know that certain individuals did enough bad things to land on the FBI radar," said Ruby.

Bela tried to play it cool, but she wondered what her father became involved in. Obviously, he wasn't the kindest man in the world. But whatever he did went beyond just screwing over the supernatural world.

"That's the thing, Bela. Despite magic and the beasts that howl in the night, the world is still filled with rules," said Ruby.

"I am amazed that you uttered such a thing. You never struck me as someone who is enamored by rules," said Bela.

"And that's where my predicament lies," said Ruby. "If I adhered to being a true demon, I would've slaughtered all of those dopey dancers with my dagger. Trust me when I say that the rules will be broken, and the power dynamic will change."

"Is that why you are grooming, Sam? Will he be the messiah that tips the scales?" asked Bela.

"My business with Sam isn't your concern. You should be more worried about saving your own hide. My spells can only do so much to help you," said Ruby.

"Then enlighten me on how I can save myself," said Bela. She had to stifle an eye roll so as not to appear cynical and ungrateful.

"All will be revealed to you. But first, you're going to help me with a job," said Ruby.

"Please tell me that this new job does not involve pretty boys with sociopathic tendencies. My latest escapade reminded me of college," said Bela.

"They're not so bad, as you've found out yourself. But our business will give you the chance to hurt their pride. They play by the rules, and it's something that'll come back to haunt them. I'm sure you didn't care for Dean's nonchalant attitude about you being ripped to shreds," said Ruby.

In actuality, by this point, Bela really didn't care about Dean. Granted there was a certain sexual tension that was between them. And she did admire his stubbornness against the greatest of odds. He also had that vulnerable side that touched upon what little maternal feelings she had. But ever since what her father did to her, Bela vowed never to invest any emotions towards men. Bela knew that she had a sexual magnetism about her. It was a weapon that she used against men to get what she wanted. And if that certain man ended up dead, at least it wasn't Bela on the coroner's slab.

"I must say that it was certainly uncalled for," said Bela, playing along with Ruby's bait.

"Okay, then. Payback's going to be a real bitch. You'll be helping me school Dean, and also convince Sam of his potential. So, pay the bill and we'll head off to the hideout," said Ruby.

Bela didn't flinch. She knew that she'd be footing the bill. Thankfully, she had enough cash on her to avoid using a credit card. She was sure that her fake identities were flagged by Lilith's minions. Note to self: find new identities.

Neither woman noticed the man that was watching them. He watched them from afar, as they exited the restaurant and entered the car that Ruby stole.

His eyes turned black, and he spoke into the bowl of blood. The frat boy was still twitching in his final throes of death.

"I call upon you, majestic Lilith, to deliver news about Ruby and Bela."

Lilith's visage appeared in the blood.

"You may speak. Are the women bonding?"

"Yes. Everything is going according to plan. They just left to go to Ruby's hideout," said the minion.

"Good," smiled Lilith. "Follow them and keep me informed of the latest developments. I want to see what 'my girls' are going to do."