Still nonchalantly holding the knife, Faith now turned and headed back towards their table to a pleased Xander, whose grin only grew wider at seeing all of the bikers gaping after the woman who'd just done the impossible. When she reached her destination, Faith spun around and then she hopped sideways onto the table at the one-eyed man's left side, the woman's butt in her leather pants now perched on the piece of dingy furniture, her legs now freely swinging in the air several inches above the floor, with both Xander and Faith again facing the bar counter and the still-speechless bikers.
Xander, on the other hand, was more than happy enough to hold forth once more in his booming, kindly-give-me-your-vote-people politician's voice, "Gentlemen, I presume that you've seen the movie 'Aliens'? That sci-fi thriller with Sigourney Weaver and the rest of the gang on a planet crawling with monsters from outer space and being fought by futuristic Marines? Well, you must remember the start of the film inside the spaceship when everyone's eating and the robot agrees to play a game with a knife with the big-mouthed guy named Hudson, who later gets munched on by the Aliens. Yes, sir, I see you understand now. The lovely Faith here-"
THUNK!
After plunging her new knife point-first onto the tabletop, an extremely fed-up woman now showed every one of her sharp teeth in a truly evil grin, purring, "The lovely Faith ain't here no more. She got bored 'bout the bullshit, so she took a break and sent over someone else in her place, a lady known as the Psycho Bitch From Hell." There was now a slightly crazed gleam in Faith's eyes that made every biker there simultaneously scoot back a fraction, as they all realized the absolute truth of what that woman had just said. Mainly since Faith was now idly running the tip of her index finger up and down along the face of the knife, in a gentle caress of the blade.
When she'd judged things had gone far enough, Faith said in a voice that now had an actual cackle in it, "Awright, Xan, put 'er there."
A growing look of alarm on his features, the one-eyed man reluctantly slid his palm-down left hand forward, until the flap of skin at the gap between his thumb and index finger was nearly touching the edge of the embedded bowie knife. Nodding with grim satisfaction, Faith coolly informed the rapt bikers, "'Kay, If ya 'member that movie, ya know the drill. I'm gonna see if I can do what that guy did, stab with this knife a coupla times as fast as I can between his fingers, see if I can get away with not making this dumbass here lose a finger or two."
Perking up over hearing that delightful prospect, the motorcycle club now stared at the man at the table slowly closing his remaining eye in horror at what he'd just heard. Sadistic smiles then began to appear on the bikers' faces, with the widest of these gloating grins making itself evident on Bates' battered features. Particularly when Faith began to muse, as if to herself, "'Course, it wouldn't be any kind of proper bar bet if it was too easy. So….I'm gonna do it with my left hand, and not lookin'."
Xander's closed eye now popped open in shock, as the man began to sputter, "Don't you damn well dare-!"
"Aw, shaddup! Yer gonna be hurtin' my feelin's any second now, actin' like ya don't trust the lovely Faith, ya high-school dweeb." Smirking, the woman then twisted her body to turn around while still sitting on the tabletop, so that the left side of her body was now on Xander's left and she had her back to the bikers. As Faith put her fingers around the hilt of the knife, she turned her head to call over her shoulder to the eager bikers, "'Kay, ya can see what's gonna happen next, and ya don't need to get closer, what with the blood spray and flyin' fingers."
Still keeping her head in its position of looking away from the man clearly awaiting with dread for whatever was to come, Faith curled her left fingers around the knife hilt, took a deep breath, and in the next moment, she jerked the knife free, lifted it up a couple of inches, to then rapidly stab it down again, blindly repeating that course of action several more times, all to the accompaniment of a 'thok!' sound whenever the point of the knife buried itself into its target.
The last 'thok!' slowly died away in the otherwise silent bar, as everyone there, including a wary Faith turning her head to look at what she'd done, now stared at where the woman was still gripping the knife currently embedded a fraction of an inch from the outside edge of Xander's left pinky.
As the breaths of the watching bikers whooshed from their lungs, in a mixture of a grumble of protest over missing seeing something go bloodily wrong and an actual sigh of admiration at watching someone get away with it, Faith was able to look directly into Xander's face without being seen by the motorcycle club behind her, and the woman now allowed herself a merry grin and a significant wink of her right eye at the man. Who himself gave no reaction whatever to Faith's odd actions that might have been caught by the bikers still gazing at the pair.
Instead, everyone there now heard the woman loudly announce, "Hey, that wasn't so hard. Think I'll do it again, only this time, I'll make it more interestin'." Their attention caught by this, the bikers now watched yet another incredible event of this extremely weird night in the bar.
Her face intent, Faith once more pulled the bowie knife free of the tabletop with her left hand, and she immediately jabbed it back down at her specific target. Except, unlike the last time, this wasn't between Xander's fingers, but at another location, and it didn't sound like a 'thok!' Rather, it was a deeper 'thunk!' More importantly, instead of the quick flash of the knife blade that the bikers had eagerly followed before, the weapon now moved too fast to be seen. Faster than humanly possible, in fact, as Faith pounded away, with wood chips and splinters spraying into the air, and the entire table starting to shudder and shake.
After a few seconds of a gaping biker gang watching in utter disbelief, these rejects from society heard a deep 'CRUNCH!', as the bowie knife in Faith's hand finally came to a stop for a moment, with the blade punched entirely through the wood surface of the table, until the woman could next do what she wanted. A quick, sideways slash by her hand holding the knife finished the job, as was demonstrated by the muffled clatter of an object dropping from the bottom of the table onto the stained linoleum floor below this piece of furniture.
Still with the knife in her hand as she jumped off the table to land upon her feet in front of this, Faith then used her right leg to reach under the table with her foot and give the result of her labors a good kick that sent this object skittering down the floor of the entire bar, nearly to the front door and passing along in its journey just a couple of inches from the toes of the bikers' boots, all who stared in shock at what slid by them. Including Joey, from his position furthest down the bar counter, who leaned over this to also examine with bulging eyes at what had come to a stop there on the floor.
It was a wooden, life-sized, masculine hand, perfectly carved from the edges of the wrists to the ends of the fingertips, down to the faintest swelling of the knuckles, as if someone had traced that part of their body with a pencil onto a tabletop and next sawed this outline free from its cellulose prison, to then take that object home and present it to their parents as their wood shop final exam.
The biker gang slowly turned their heads in unison to once more examine the pair their leader had made a bar bet with, to see Faith standing there, fists on hips (and the bowie knife still in her left hand), smirking at them all, and an equally insolent grin on Xander's face, as that man in his chair now lifted his totally unharmed left hand off the table now having a hand-shaped hole in it, where he'd moved it to the side to allow Faith to finish slicing through that piece of furniture to produce her object d'art, to casually blow away a few stray wood fragments clinging to his hand, and then he mockingly wiggled his intact fingers at the bikers.
Just before any of the Raped Rhino Riders could react to this taunt, Faith now stalked forward, past Bates swiveling to warily keep an eye on her and the knife she was carrying, right up to the point when that woman lifted her left hand and then she smoothly plunged the weapon two inches deep into the bar counter, causing the sound of a 'THUNK!' to echo throughout the entire saloon. Sending a sneer towards where Joey was grimacing at yet another necessary repair to his place and then ignoring the owner, Faith turned to look up at Bates.
"'Kay, ya saw what we done. Now, either two of ya do it too, or ya admit ya can't, and we win the second bet." Faith finished her calm statement by then walking away from the biker leader, whose face was beginning to turn purple with rage, as Bates stared after that damn woman who'd done the impossible. There was no fuckin' way he or any of his buddies could match that, not without it ending up with somebody needing a tourniquet or a coffin. As he brooded over that, Bates was startled at seeing Faith abruptly stop on her walk back to the table with Xander, to then slowly turn around, and flash everyone a wicked grin that made the biker leader's heart suddenly sink.
"Ya know," Faith said thoughtfully to nobody in particular. "I think we could stretch a point if ya tried anyway to win that bet. None of ya hasta use the knife to cut out on that table someone else's hand, 'cuz I'll do it."
Her grin then shifted from merely wicked into actual malevolence as the woman hissed at all of the bikers, "Yep, I'll chop out whatever part of yerself that yer willin' to risk losin'. If ya really wanna give me a challenge, well, all ya haveta do is step right up ta the table, drop yer trou, and lay right on it what manhood ya got. Haveta admit, it'll be fuckin' hard ta do alla the fine work ta carve out somethin' the size and shape of an earthworm, but if yer really game, I'll start sharpenin' the knife and gettin' ready to work on such decent, sportin' fellas like ya."