She drinks coolly, just watching. Her eyes are those of cats as she observes the circle of friends she sits in without expression.

“She’ll do it.”

“She wouldn’t.”

She would.

Green eyes meet blue and buzz with unspoken challenge.
She never backs down from a dare, and she grasps the gun in her hand. There is a click, but nothing follows.

The green eyes are amused.

“It wasn’t loaded.”

Her tone and actions are lazy as she lowers her glass and presses a cigarette to her lips. She blows smoke.

“I know.”

But she hadn’t when she’d pulled the trigger.