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alcohol and pot in his system kept going straight when he needed to
go left or right. He had gone through the next door neighbor's front
wall. Car ended up in the living room. Sounded like a bomb went off
inside my head when it happened. Fire trucks, police cars, an
ambulance, and the entire block milled around in the street for an
hour. Annette hadn't heard a thing. The little old lady wouldn't be
waking up, that I was sure of.
    The gun's angle changed as he stood, but it's aim never varied. I
rolled off the bed, grabbed my cigarettes, and walked to the kitchen.
He stayed in back of me. I could tell he was far enough back so I
wouldn't be able to try any kind of fancy karate spin move to knock
the gun out of his hand. I didn't know any moves like that, and even
if I did, all I could think about was water. I decided that if I
didn't get a drink soon I would ask him to shoot me.
    In the kitchen, I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and
held it out to him. “I can't open it on account of these
ropes.”
    Batman spun the top. I heard the plastic safety ring snap and I
started to drool. I was so thirsty. He handed me the bottle, and I
drank it two handed.
    “Ahhh. That was so good.” I set the empty bottle on the
counter, then reached back into the fridge and grabbed two strawberry
daiquiri wine coolers. I don't do beer, but wine coolers will do in a
pinch. This seemed like a pinch. I held them out and asked, “Want
one?”
    “No thank you.”
    “Open 'em both. I'll take care of 'em.”
    “No problem.” It was all very civilized and polite.
    “Can we step outside so I can smoke?”
    “Sure.” I had no illusions about my situation. I was not
in control. He was letting me get away with this little show because
he wanted something from me. Problem was, I had no idea what I had to
give him.
    The day’s heat had subsided. The temperature now in the
mid-seventies. I managed to shake a cigarette out and light it
without his assistance. I blew out a lungful, and said, “I
appreciate it. OK.” I considered asking him to ditch the gun
but decided it wasn't worth it. “Go.”
    “You were at Tristan's tonight. Why?”
    “Good question. I have no idea. Can you see out of that thing?”
    “My peripheral is affected a bit, but I can see just fine. It's
hot though, so the faster we do this the less cranky I'm apt to get.”
    “Right. Did you have it just laying around or something?”
    “I killed the neighbor kid and took it from him.”
    “Right. Two of his goons invited me over for drinks. I went. I
got fed up with his act and left. That's it.” I took a drag,
exhaled, and waited to get shot. When that didn't happen, I drank
half of a cooler. Sweet. Delicious. I hoped Annette wouldn't have a
heart attack when she found me.
    “Why the invite?”
    “I beat up this guy in a restaurant down in Old Towne. I guess
Tristan owns the place. He wanted to thank me.”
    Batman thought about this. The gun just stared at me.
    “He's got a really big dick,” I threw that out there just
so he didn't think I was holding anything back.
    He waved the hand not holding the gun as if to dismiss this
statement. He apparently had never seen Tristan's member. You can't
just dismiss something like that with a wave of the hand. Serious
therapy was what I figured.
    “Anybody else there?”
    “Alex. I don't know what her deal is but she's super hot and I
think she could probably kick Batman's ass. Not yours, but the real
Batman wouldn't stand a chance.”
    “Yeah, she's a tough one.” He seemed distracted by
thought. That gun wasn't though. Just kept staring at me with that
one big eye wide open.
    “Jenna, Kristi, and Ashley were there, too. All of them are
gorgeous.”
    “They are all gorgeous over there.”
    “Were you looking for something else. I can make some shit up.”
    I think his bat ears twitched, but it may have been a trick of light.
I can be annoying sometimes.
    “Why'd you beat the guy up?”
    “Another good