He laughed around the panic clogging his throat, but his gun never wavered from its target. Said target, the bastard sprawled on the couch, and the target’s two standing companions ignored him and continued bickering. This lasted for a few moments. Finally he couldn’t take it.
“Are you all nuts?” He managed to spit out. “I’m the one with the gun!”
His former lover, the bastard, rolled his eyes and didn’t bother to get up. The woman gave him an incredulous look and pressed a hand to her temple. The other asshole turned around and plucked the gun right out of his hand.
“And now you aren’t,” the asshole said and smoothly disassembled the gun.
The former gunman blinked. “What, how?” His face began to crumple and the asshole turned back to the bastard and the woman.
“Seriously,” the asshole said to the bastard, “Could you try to break up with people in a way where they don’t want to murder you afterward?”
“What would be the fun in that?” he drawled. The smirk that accompanied the response chilled the former gunman but merely seemed to exasperate the other two.
“You do tend to break your toys,” the woman muttered. She stepped up to the former gunman. “He’s not worth you ruining your life over.” She ignored the bastards mild objection and took a breath. “He really isn’t. You really don’t want to get involved with all of us, we’re not good people, which you probably already knew, but you probably don’t realize exactly how bad.” She was looking at him with a minor amount of sympathy, and a whole lot of confidence.
“That asshole,” he said slowly, “disassembled my gun.”
“Yes he did,” the woman said.
“I was just going to threaten that bastard.” The gunman confessed.
“With a loaded gun?” the asshole said dryly.
“He would be able to tell!” The gunman replied.
The bastard shrugged his shoulders in agreement. The woman looked over her shoulder, “You two are not helping.”
They shook their heads at her.
“Okay look,” she said, turning back to the bewildered gunman. “You have two reasonable choices.” She took out a business card. “You can take this card, go to the address, tell them you’ve had your life ruined by a smug snake, and enjoy the ensuing evening of drinking and commiseration….Or…” Her smile was the best expression of a threat. “Those two gentlemen behind me are going to make you disappear. You fucked that one, so…. You should know I’m not kidding.”
The gunman took the card. As he stumbled down the steps out of the building, he came to the conclusion that, perhaps, he had just dodged a major bullet.
I am a thief. I stole this first line from a Kid who really should not be holding a gun. Click to see how well other people handled firearms.