Bahja Roulette (Bahja and Jacob story)

Chapter 3 ♥ Dave

"Put it to your head." A 34 year old white man demanded Bahja while lighting up the end of his smoke in his mouth. He tilted back in his chair and lowered his eyes onto her.

She gulped and slowly did as he said. The trigger was dangerously cold.

"Bahja, you don't have to do this!" Princeton cried as he hopped out his seat.

"Hey, there boy!" A black man with a pot belly and balled head called out. "Let her do it. It was her choice to roll with the big dogs."

She shut her eyes tight and bit her lip. This is what she'd been waiting for. To play the game.

"You have to play for keeps." The white man said with his cigarette hanging out the side of his mouth. "Either shoot that bad boy, or take a beer bottle to the head."

It disgusted Princeton from how rough they were being with her. "Well, at least I don't have a big ass bald spot on my skull..." He whispered.

The man removed the cigarette from her mouth, and glared at him. "I think you might want to hush that mouth, boy." He said in a threatening voice that sent chills up Princeton's back.

Bahja put both her index and middle finger on the trigger. She started feeling a little light headed, as she pressed down on it. "Do it!" He yelled.

From the pressure he caused her, she fully pressed it down and heard a click. Her upper body flung up as she made a loud gasp and tightened her eyes.

It felt as if her heart stopped beating as she kept asking herself if she was alive over and over again.

The roaring of everyone in the bar still was going on, and that signaled that her life was spared.

She slowly opened her left eye to see several men staring at her.

"I did it?" She gasped. "I did it!" She jumped out of her seat and hopped up and down, causing a few people to turn their heads.

She ran up to one man and bent down beside him. "Hey, guess what?"

"What?" He laughed while looking at her with his bear bottle hanging from his hand.

"I just survived Russian roulette!" She shouted as she took his head and kissed him on the lips.

Princeton ran out of his seat to her and grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Bahja, I think you need to calm down." He whispered in her ears. "Just let me have my fun, okay? I just survive this freaking death game!"

She went hopping all around the bar, from table to table.

"I survived Russian roulette!" She screamed as she stepped up on the middle of the bar where many grown men surrounded her.

All of the men in the bar held their drinks up to her and shouted to her victory.

This is what she wanted, and it felt sweet. The survival of one of the most dangerous games that has ever been played by mankind.

A young, tanned, white, male bartender tapped her back and she spun around to face him. The ends of her pink hair slapped his lips as she did so.

"Yes?" She smiled.

"Would you like a drink? It's on the house. Not a lot of people, let alone women, survive this game." He said with a pretty smile.

"Of course!" She accepted, forgetting that she couldn't drink.

Princeton watched intently, as she danced and wiggled her body back and forth while all of those grown men watched.