This choice: Suzi goes out drinking as planned • Go Back... Suzi tried to go out as much as possible during the week. She was young, she was hot, she was fun, and she was sick of her stupid job where she never did anything and nothing ever happened. This gun thing was pretty interesting, she knew, but there was no rush on it. Was there something she wanted to grow or shrink or transform? She'd have to think about it. Besides, her friends wanted her to go out right after work, so she had to go home and change. There's just not any time for that tonight.
So Suzi went home, put the gun in the drawer on her bedside table, and more or less forgot about it. After most days at work, she could use a couple stiff drinks before she unwound, and as it turns out, tonight she needed quite a few. She and her friends went out to the same bar they normally do, which sometimes bothered her but tonight was fine. She had a few drinks, took a few shots, talked to a few guys, got hit on a lot, gossiped with her friends, had a few more shots... maybe there were a few more drinks? It gets a little hazy. Suzi wasn't really sure when she left, who was still there, who she talked to, or even how she got home.
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She did wake up, though, in her own bed. The alarm was going off, which most days was disappointing and today was more like a jackhammer. She leaned over to stop the banging in her head, and when she did, she bumped into something big and lumpy on her bed. Oh god, it's some guy. She never understood why she did this to herself: she never saw them again, she's rarely sure she even wants to, and every time she gets to see them get up, get dressed as fast as they can, and get the hell out of her apartment as if sleeping with her was just some game to them. She hated it, yet she never stopped herself. She was sick of herself for it.
It happens like clockwork. The guy starts moving, tries to glance over to see if she's awake without her noticing, tries to slip out of bed without her waking up, then starts to get dressed. Suzi didn't even care. This douchebag could do whatever he wants. She just pretended to stay asleep in the hopes that he would leave sooner than later and she could be done with this. Maybe it was time to stop drinking, she thought. She'd have to think about it some more later, but for now she just wanted some privacy.
Then the jerk decides to go to the bathroom. He couldn't even go back to his own damn place first! What a son of a bitch. As he shut the door and did his business, Suzi remembered the gun. She could do whatever she wanted to this asshole, and no one would ever know. Who even knew he came home with her? Would anyone even find out? She opened the drawer by her bed, pulled out the gun, and looked at it. She decided to do it.
The nameless guy came out of the bathroom, and looked at her in the bed. The look of shock barely had time to cross his face before Suzi fired.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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