Issue #90

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Derrin pressed a hand to the side of his face, feeling blood trickling through his fingers.

“I’m sorry, all right? Are you okay?” Jerry asked.

“No. I’m not okay. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Look, I said I was sorry, I didn’t know you were going to put your face there.”

Darrin took a step back and looked around, as if he was expecting some unseen audience to react to the absurdity of the statement. “What does that have to do with anything? Who the hell taught you how to play mini-golf anyway?”

“All I can do is apologize. You’re so God damned quiet, I didn’t even hear you walking up next to me.”

“I didn’t think I needed to announce my presence. Why can’t you pay more attention to what you’re doing?” Derrin noticed Jerry’s hand tightening around the grip to his club and wondered if maybe he was pushing this too far. The problem was that letting go was a little easier said than done. “Why can’t you just admit that you made a mistake? God forbid, maybe you could even apologize for—”

“That’s bullshit, I just apologi—”

“Like you mean it fuck-stick.”

“Don’t call me that.” This time, the putter was lifted halfway up, drawing back slowly as if to strike. This was stupid. There was no point to dragging out this argument. He just needed to clear his head and calm down. Darrin shook his head and began walking towards the next hole.

“Where the hell are you going?” Jerry’s voice had jumped several octaves and was starting to crack as he spoke. Darrin waved off the question and kept on walking. He heard Jerry’s shuffling footsteps and even the whistle of the club swinging through the air but didn’t register it soon enough to avoid the blow. Brilliant light exploded around him as he heard a dull thud coming from somewhere inside a deep, dark hole that he was now falling in to.
Sarah glared across the way at the two douche-bags, now in full blow-up mode as they screamed at each other. It was beyond her what could have transpired during a game of mini-golf that could have led to an argument as heated as this.

Her heart jumped in her chest as douche-bag number one actually hefted his club in his hand and cracked it across his friend’s skull. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. What had started as an annoying disturbance had turned into an emergency, someone in need of her assistance. Isn’t this why she had been preparing herself for all this time? All of the classes, the practicing at the range, the permit to carry, this moment would be the justification for all of that.

Sarah began walking towards the two, hand shaking as she reached into her satchel.

Bryce watched the woman as she began making her way towards the feuding frat brothers. She had a set, determined look on her face as if she was psyching herself up for something. His breath stopped as her hand came out from her bag holding a … Jesus, was that what it looked like? He need to stop this before it got out of hand.

“Hey!” he yelled out at her, taking a step forward. She spun towards him and jerked at the unexpected noise. He had just enough time to register the look of dismayed shock on her face before he saw the muzzle flash and felt the impact to his forehead.

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