"What's that, then?"
"What's it look like?"
"Well, i would say it looks like a gun. But who in their right mind would give you a gun? "
°°°
The man in front of me just leans back and laughs. I take the opportunity to take in my surroundings. The room appears to have nothing in it but a table, a lamp, two chairs, old whiskey, two glasses, a six shooter, me, and this psycho. It leans forward. It speaks.
"Oh Quinn. I think we both know it wasn't given to me. You know how I am."
"Ah yes", I scoff. "Petty theft. Your favorite hobby. I remember. What about you? How much do you remember? Shall we walk through memory lane?"
"Might be fun.", He comments, like he's weighing his options. "We could hold hands!" He then says mockingly. Then a look flashes over his face, and the mocking dissipates. "But I have a better idea. Shall we play a game?"
It smiles.
I smile.
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Roulette
Mystery / ThrillerA psychopath walks in the form of a functional person, a shell of what he once was. With no concept of sportsmanship, he's too dangerous to be playing any sort of game with. And yet...here Quinn sits. With nothing but a bottle of whiskey, their memo...
