Firearms

Guns Don't Kill People, She Does

Chapter One

Juliette

    “Here’s your drink, sir.”

    Juliette flashed a polite hostess smile at the customer, as she placed his cocktail before him- her fingers briefly brushing his as he reached for the drink while it was still in her hand. The male smiled back, eyes wandering down to the popped buttons on the white blouse she wore. Juliette pretended she didn’t see the glance as she made her move to get away.

    The man reached out and snatched her wrist up, yanking the girl to a halt before she was allowed to get too far. She turned slowly to face him, careful to keep her expression leveled in innocent confusion- a task proving much harder than it seemed. His returning smile was much less innocent, tweaked upwards at the corners in a suggestive tilt that made Juliette’s gut clench in the familiar sensation of disgust.

    She couldn’t wait till he keeled over.

    “Is there something you wanted, sir?” Juliette asked, fighting to keep her tone light and falsely innocent, even going as far as to press a finger against the corner of her full lips in faux innocence. The dramatics might have been over the top even before she pulled the corner down slightly with the tip of her manicured nail, but he didn’t seem to be any less effected because of it.

    A hand reached up and she had to avoid a shiver of repulsion as his fingers tucked a slip of paper into the cleavage revealed by the opened blouse. She fought to keep her smile in place as she carefully lifted his fingers away from her breast when they lingered there a few minutes longer than necessary.

    “Wouldn’t want to cause a scandal, sir,” she explained quietly as she flounced off, his low chuckle following after her like dogs nipping at her heels.

    She honestly hated jobs like this.

    Slipping away through the crowd until the male was lost from sight, she fought back a smile the entire time as she mentally counted down from twenty in her head. Taking into account the dosage and size of the male it shouldn’t take too long, but she knew she should be far enough away by then that she wouldn’t be under fire. However she would be close enough to hear the chaos.

    Three...

    Two....

    ... One.

    The screaming erupted first. Echoing in the upscale facility and drowning out the pervious lulling of the paid band at the front of the club. They bounced across the room and vaulted ceilings, making it seem much louder as the room was sudden thrown into turmoil. People leapt from their seats to see what had happened, others running for the nearest phone or law official, and some even took off in fear of their own lives. Human bodies jarred against one another in the crowd, no set direction to the flow, in an unorganized mass to get where they wanted to be.

    Juliette side stepped an older male rushing in the direction of the screaming, narrowly avoiding a smirk. She blended right in with the crowd, moving like a shadow through the thickly packed bodies pushing and shoving one another. No one noticed her. No one cared to.

    The culprit slipped right under their radar.

    The escape route had already been mapped out on earlier scopes, so she simply followed the path already designated. There were two or three backups in case something went wrong, but that was also what her concealed gun was for. In the end the only thing that would matter was that no one would get in her way of escape.

    Juliette slipped out into the back alley through the emergency exit, slipping the magnet away from the alarm as she shut the door behind herself. Looking both ways she quickly reached for the backpack that had been stashed behind a dumpster and yanked the pair of jeans from it. With a practiced speed, she slipped them on under the black skirt that had been standard uniform for the waitresses before pulling it off. The pointed heels were also discarded into the bag along with the skirt and blouse, replaced with a pair of worn converse and a black sweat jacket.