Only If You Dance

I pointed the gun at her as I shouted:

“You wanna see me dance too?”

She wasn’t shaken by my bravado, smiling and crossing her arms as if daring me to move on it.

“Why?” she eventually said after her stare devoured me, lowered me to nothing. “Just so you could embarrass yourself?”

I swallowed hard, felt my hand shaking, looked to my gun and felt like a fool.

It only had one shot in it to begin with and that was in the broad on the floor.

“Ah hell,” I said, setting the gun on the bar and taking a seat. “Can I get a beer?”

“Only if you dance.”

Goddamn empty gun.

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