“I’m gonna give you 30 seconds to choose the gun you shoot yourself with.” said Tony as he leaned back in his chair.

Bud eyed the revolvers and then the girl. The guys were right, he thought. My lust for the exotic really is suicidal.

“One gun is loaded. You pull the trigger and die. The other has a blank in it. You live, for now.” He crossed his arms over his chest. "I don’t know which one is which, ‘cause I had Lucy load them beforehand. I knew you’d try to put one over on me. Your time starts now.

The beat of his heart sounded more like a death tick. But what was this? The girl, Lucy, faintly moved her left hand. I’m probably imagining it. So much adrenaline in my system I can barely think.

She did it again. And again. Bud was confident with his choice, and picked up his gun confidently, brought it to his temple…and brain matter and little chips of skull spackled the walls.

“Fate never lies, Lucy. Fate got ’em.” Tony snorted.

“I think it might have been my twitch, actually.” she admitted bashfully.