"Wynonna!" Waverly shouts from behind the bar as she slides peacemaker into Wynonna's back. The revenant had her by the throat, bending her backward over the bar.
They had been ambushed, mid drink, while in celebration of only three revenants remaining. Only three, and one of them is here, Waverly thought with excitement. These last few attacks have been brutal. Whispers among Earps fallen enemy's began to circulate that their chances of revenge were slim. They've been getting creative.
Waverly watches as Wynonna desperately reaches behind her back in search for peacemaker, but in her contortion, shows no avail.
Four closer to getting Alice back, four closer until-
"Wav," Wynonna screeches, through his fingers.
Maybe this isn't the best time for excitement
"Wynonna cover your eyes!" Waverly yells. Thinking fast, she grabs a beer bottle and runs up behind Wynonna, smashing the revenant over the head. He stumbles back, giving Wynonna enough leverage to grip the sides of the bar, swing up her legs and shove him back, knocking him to the ground.
"Haught where have you been?"
"I was-," Nicole watched as the revenant stumbled toward her feet, her eyes widening in surprise. She had only been gone a minute, what the hell was going on? Without hesitation she kicks the revenant in the face.
"Baby, I just bought you those boots," Waverly says pointedly to the new blood splatter. Nicole looks up at Waverly and gives her a smirk.
Wynonna turns and grabs peacemaker, aiming between the eyes, "Two to go, shit bag."
She pulls the trigger. They all watch, satisfactorily, as he's sucked into the void.
"Thanks baby girl, I'm glad you grabbed the empty bottle." Wynonna jokes as she shakes shards of glass out of her hair and clothes. "No wasting."
Nicole holsters her gun, not even realizing she'd had it drawn. She eyes the droplets of blood running down Wynonna's fingers and splattering on the floor.
"You okay, Earp?"
"Peachy like a schnapps, let's get another round!"
"No, I mean-," She walks up to her with concern and grabs her palm, revealing a shard of glass that's been wedged under her skin.
"Wynonna you're gonna bruise," Waverly also points. Still behind the bar she runs a finger on the reddening marks around her sisters neck.
Wynonna scrunches her shoulders in an attempt to disclose her choke marks and pulls her wrist from Nicole's grip. She stammers to the sink and pours whiskey on her hand, but not before taking a swig first.
"I must've cut myself when I grabbed the bar," she tries to shrug off the extra attention. But there was something different. A switch had flipped in an instant. A change in her demeanor that didn't go unnoticed by Waverly or Nicole. Sensing her sister's discomfort, Waverly motions for Nicole to give them a minute, to which her wife complies with understanding.
"I'm just tired Waves, don't end the party for me." She presses. Wynonna would die before ever admitting embarrassment, they all knew that. They also knew the pain and anticipation she must be feeling to be so close to getting Alice back. The want to have a purpose consisting of more than murder; she is a mother and has never had a chance to be a mother. Waverly knows that her sister is not one to let her emotions get the best of her. But it has been two years since Alice was born and they've seen some inconsistencies growing in Wynonna.
"You're not as," she fumbles, trying to find the right words without being insensitive," alert as you usually are." She places a hand on Wynonna's shoulder.
"You mean in spite of my drinking?" She chuckles. She grips the glass and pulls it out from under her skin, unfazed. Waverly turns away as blood bubbles in her sisters hand just before she holds it under the running water.
Waverly finds a rag on the counter and takes Wynonna's hand. She was reluctant at first but sighed when her sister shot her a look of ordinance.
"Wynonna I'm serious, you're worrying me, all of us. You're reckless."
"I've been doing this for four years, I know what I'm doing." She narrows her eyes.
Waverly flinches at the blow, but knows that her sisters only line of defense was anger, it isn't personal. That doesn't mean it hurts any less. They have all suffered from Alice's absence, mourning the loss that isn't quite lost. There is a light that Waverly is holding on to, though, and she's trying to instil this in Wynonna.
She takes a loose strand and pushes it behind Wynonna's ear, "Just be careful," she whispers, forcing Wynonna's gaze to her own, "sweetie we're so close."
Wynonna blinks back tears and Waverly continues to tie her bandage. She chooses to ignore her sisters tears, wanting her to feel as though her evident pain isn't a sign of weakness. It never has been.
"Wynonna, you said something about schnapps?" Nicole shouts from the basement stairs holding a bottle of dekuyper.