The devil in me

Part 3

E- 'you were meant too. But you were too slow'
I roll my eyes once again as I grab everything I need, once I have everything, I start walking to the closest bar. I can't believe I listened to them... I listened to
"the evil voice" what a dumb name. I keep on walking as my voice argue. I slowly walk through the doors of the bar as my thoughts turn the to the feeling of whisky rolling down my throat as it hurts.
I have a look to see if there is any free seat that I would take, after a few seconds of standing in the one spot, I make my way over to the free seat at the front of the bar. Once I've taken my seat a man that looks like he is in his 20s walks over to me.
"What can I get you young lady?"
"Just whisky, but go light on the ice, okay?" I say rather rudely, I'm not in the mood to deal with people's shit. I swear I waited like 10 minutes for my drink.
Finally, the man comes back with my drink in his right hand.
"I didn't think it took 10 minutes to pour some whisky and put some ice into the glass with it" I say to the man, very rudely.
Sorry I had to go out and-"
"I don't want to hear your story" I say cutting the man off.
E- 'That's it just starts getting more and more cold hearted, and we can always kill him if he keeps being a pain in the ass'
"I can't just go around killing people that annoy me, you're a dumbass"
I say back to my voice.

About 4 hours pass or so I think... I've had roughly 20 drinks, I can no longer think straight, I'm quite sure have about 20 names on my list that I can kill... Since I've been listening to her, maybe she's not so bad after all...
E- 'I think we could go another round...'
I nod my head and yell at the man "Sir I would like another round!"
"Sorry, but I think you have had more than enough to drink tonight, I can call a taxi for you if you like" What did he just say?!
"Well, I'm 100 percent sure, YOU can't tell ME how much I can and CAN'T have! So, I think you should give me another drink! Or so god help me I will shoot your brains out RIGHT NOW!"

E- 'Good girl, tell him off and if he doesn't get you another drink, pull the gun out and aim for the middle of his head...'

"Miss, I think you should leave"

"Don't "Miss" ME! I am a paying customer! Now get me a damn drink!!" | scream at the man, who is acting every calm..
E- 'Pull the gun out on him'
I think for a second...Did I hear that right? Pull the gun on him...I feel myself start to sweat... her words keep running through my mind... 'Pull the gun on him'.
E- 'Shoot all the cameras first'
That could work... I could shoot all the cameras so then there will be no way they could tell the police that it was me...
I slowly reach into my jacket and wrap my finger tips around the gun.

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