Rob and Tim meet Layla

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When the shooting stopped Layla got up from under the bar and looked around for George. She uttered a scream and immediately turned around to puke. He was resting in a puddle of blood, face down, his intestines blown out splashed all over the floor.

Everyone else in the bar seemed to be unharmed, everyone except George. The killer, pulled over in a car and shot him directly trough the windows with a high caliber shotgun, the type used for hunting big game on the savana.

It was a mess. She tried to remember what they were talking about before this hell broke loose, her mind was blank, her ears  still ringing. She was getting ready to call the cops when a black rover pulls in front of the bar. Two men, wearing black costumes, jacked, tattoos on their face, each carrying a semi-automatic, walk in the bar.
X: Put that phone down miss. Cops aint comin' today.
Layla, throws the phone on the floor, - OK, it's cool.
X looking down at the mess then, at his partner, and then at Layla.
Y (the other gangster): He's dead.
X: Do you mind checking.
Y: Hell yea I do mind, why don't you check, got guts spilled all over, I'm not gettin anywhere near his face.
X: You know what, - shoots another bullet in his head. I think he's dead.
Y: he dam was before, man. You sick fuck, come let's get the fuck outta here.
X: Hey miss, looking towards Layla, would you get me a glass of water please, my thoroat is a bit dry.
Y: And a Jack for me please.

People were petrified hiding under their tables, or in the corners lookign at this show without saying a word. Everything was on the edge, and passerby's were starting to gather outside on the opposite sidewalk.

Layla served the drinks for the two men with shaking hands, avoiding their looks.

X: What's your name pretty?
Layla: Layla.

X: Nice, I'm Rob, and he's Tim. Nice to meet you Layla.
Tim raises the glass with a wink and a smile. He almost looked friendly but his face was so terrifying that she couldn't look at it.

X: Did you knew.. mr. spilled guts..down there ?
Layla: George, yea I know him. He was my friend.
X: Oh, sorry for your loss sweetheart, and, do you know why he's dead now?
Layla: No, I don't know.
X: Laughing, neither do we,.. He was hanging with the wrong people I guess. Bad guys, like us but others.
Layla: I see.

Y: Ok, we gotta go, sweetie, we'll meet again soon.
X: Smiling at her, after somebody cleans up this mess.

Layla: Bye
Replies to Rob and Tim meet Layla
Spilled guts, blood and terror because why not. We like horror stories don't we?
2022-11-23 16:37:40