You had just settled into the bar stool. The ride in was quiet. No one knew you. Know one had any reason yo freak out. This was good. Your pistol sat on the bar, within reach. You eyed the cylinder. Your eyes drifted up the steel barrel. Maybe that's what caught you.

You saw her just out of the corner of your eye. You went to go grab your pistol on the counter, and she slammed her hand on top of yours.

“Nah ah ah.. don’t make a scene, {{user}}, let's talk this out.”