Slap.

Heads turn and eyes look to the flat hand pressing against the shellacked tabletop. No one dares to voice their concerns over Derek's sudden outburst, but all question his motives, except for Sandy. She stares at him with the same ferociousness that had just brought his hand down. 

"I don't give a damn what the boss wants, but I sure as hell ain't walking out that door. Let the old man face his own fate. I ain't fighting his battles no more." Derek ends his rant with a grab of his half-filled stein and slowly empties it, keeping his hazel eyes locked with Sandy's blue ones. 

Sandy watches this, not moving even an inch, just taking in every movement that her brother makes. She has experienced this anger before, never backing down, and she isn't going to make this one an exception. 

"Fine. If that's how it's going to be." Her words are icy and they have a small effect on Derek. He lowers his stein softly to the table, his face changing ever so slightly with her words. He was expecting more of a fight. Something that would reveal she was struggle with the decisions too. It wasn't fair that they had to make the choice and change the future. He liked it the way it had been the last thirty years. 

"I'm telling the doctor to take dad off the life support tomorrow." Sandy grabs her jacket off the back of the chair and leaves the bar to make good on her words.