Disclaimer: Doesn't belong to me, yadda yadda yadda, you know the drill.
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"Put the gun down. Now."
He complies, turning around to face me. I still have the gun pointed at him, with no intention of putting it down.
He looks at me, a cocky smirk on his face. Half of me wants to smack that smile off his face. The other half of me kinda likes it. Weird.
Before I can blink, our positions are reversed. He's the one with my gun. My baby. I'm the one standing here praying he won't shoot me.
And he doesn't. Instead, he just looks at my gun, and comments, "Nice piece."
Then he's gone.
