Oh, Really?

"You don't want that played in your club? Well, I'm apart of your paycheck. You got that, bitch," you retort.

*PUNCH!*

"Who you callin' bitch, chump," she asks.

You spit out some blood and a little bit of a tooth. Little does she know, you're packing under your pants. You pull out your gun and point it at her head.

"Who's the chump now, huh? I could pull this trigger and end your life right now!" You say.

By now, the whole club is riled up. A tap on your shoulder gets your attention.

"Come on. Come on, Hannah. You don't have to do this," your friend says.

"Fine, Alessia. Why are we even here in the first place?" You say as you walk out.

*BANG! BANG!*