Hanna grinned. "So it did." She looked around the place and spotted the bar off to the left wall and behind it, the blonde with the streak. "Bingo, demon one, three o'clock..." she trailed off, looking for the brunette. Hanna's eyes fell on her quick enough. She was chatting with a bunch of jocks at a table. Making a few deals? Possibly. "Ok, I have a plan," she said walking over to the bar. She squeezed her way through the mass of people and smiled and the big buff bartender man; her favorite kind. "Hiya. Apple Martini please," she said with a small smirk. That was easy enough to pour some holy water in and spill on a poor, possessed waitress.