➲➜He lost his footing and went back first into the ground. “Son of a—-!!” How could he be so stupid to let her get away with that in the first place? He was about to get up only to be pushed back down with one of her heels. “—You…. Bitch! I have brains but it’ ain’t thinkin ‘bout you anyway!” Travis shifted his arm to his side pocket where his gun rested out of sight.He lifted up the side of his jacket and whipped his gun out pointing it at her. “I suggest you get yer foot off my chest before we have a problem here….” His cold stare gazed at her. He’s been ending up on the ground a lot lately and now he was fed up with it.
⊰†⊱;—— Even as he pointed his gun at her she didn't move, let alone flinch. She had been shot before. To her, it wasn't that big of a deal. Though Lottie recognized she was at a disadvantage, she wasn't one to back down in any situation. "We already have a problem, mutt." The ravenette only presses her heel more firmly down on his chest, continuing to glare at him. "Go ahead, shoot me! Let's make this fun." Oh no, now she's grinning. He's sent her into overdrive; she's going nuts.











