He barked out a laugh, "you wouldn't shoot me."
Well, I'm drunk. I can do a lot of things I'd never do while sober.
I aimed the gun at his leg and fired a shot, the sound of the gun was muffled by the loud pounding of the rave music.
He let out a cry, his body falling to the ground. A deep gash appeared in his leg as it oozed blood. He gripped his leg, applying pressure, his face twisted in pain.
"Did I prove myself? Yes. Do I feel bad? Nope. Are we done here? Yup." I smiled at him, stepping over his withering body as I skipped away.
I think that went pretty well.
CHAPTER 5
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I woke up the next morning with a hangover that made me want to become a child of the lord. I also woke up with little to no recollection of the night. The last thing I remembered was shooting the Hulk in th
