What do you want, MacGuffin, a duel?No. Julian held out both hands, one palm flat, the other held over it in a fist. Rock, paper, scissors. Two out of three.Ty rolled his eyes and held out his fist, apparently willing to play. Julian hit his palm three times, and Ty kept time with his fist in the air. But when Julian threw a paper, Ty reached into his jacket with his other hand and pulled his gun, aiming it at Julian.Ty! Zane said in exasperation from the front seat.Glock, paper, scissors. I win.You are an ass, Julian muttered.
Deep inside her (ih her harrowed soul) she felt a glowing ember of fury at the man responsible for this. Tha man who had put her in this position. She looked at the pistol lying beside the basin, and knew that if he were here, she would use it on him without a moment's hesitation. Knowing that made her feel confused about herself. It also made her feel a little stronger.