“You know that’s how you become blind if you keep on staring at the sun”

“Then no more jambalaya “

“Eh…….” *gulps the drink in one hit*

*sat across from her with bruises and cuts, glass of cocktail slides towards me* “boy ain’t tonight fun”

“Oh really?”

“And?….”

“Where you get a gun anyway?”

“No need to aim at me” *moves to the side*

“Hope you’re quick “

“Any spare ammo in there?”