Whistler dropped his whiskey and chugged half of his pint. Tonic for what ailed him, and what ailed him (mostly) was Searchlight. Since he arrived, it'd all gone upside down.

"Fer starters, I flew into Nevada to convince someone to stay away from a podunk town called Searchlight, only I didn't. Then I hit a woman with my car. Inten--- Unintentionally. Then I gave 'em every reason to think I was insane. And earlier someone went and slashed my tires."

The demon finished his pint and ordered another round. "Can ya beat that?"