"Wanna see what kind of trouble we can get into tonight....?"

He said as he ran his hands through my hair. His eyes gazed into mine and I stared into his. I crossed my right leg over my left as I sat on the table. I knew that I had to just play along with his little game.

"Well, what kind of trouble?" I responded with a soothing voice, resting my hand on my cocktail dress.

I observed him carefully, I was in for something. I watched as he pulled something out of his suit, a slick, black gun.

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For adventure's 22nd (I believe) Contest.