Back door #Wattys2016

01 • Wedding Bullets.

"If she's dead it's probably cause she got wasted and offered the Grim Reaper a hand job or something."

- American Horror Story.

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"Then there was a guy, forcing himself on a woman and I won't let that happen on my watch!"

That guy was definitely you.

Self conceited jerk.

I really wanted to just wring this guy's neck with the tie around his neck or just with the flick of wrist embed into his face with dagger.

The dagger which was strapped to my calf, cold metal surface and poined end of the dagger was digging in my skin.

Keeping me alert.

There was a gun tucked into my pants with a silencer on. To keep the interaction between my gun and its victim low-key.

I try giving him my best smile which may have come of as a smile which white girls give their barista when they get their lattè with foam when they asked without the foam. No offence but at such high temperature milk tends to froth leading to foam.

The barista can't do anything!

"You know what I did?" He asked smirking.

"No! What did you do?" I asked trying to fake enthusiasm, to keep my cover intact. Even dipshits and assholes can be shooters.

"I asked him....." He went off to rant, when there was a static in my bluetooth.

"Hey? Are you with someone?" My partner asked.

"Yes." I simply replied, smiling at the guy in front of me, named Jacks.

"Can you find a corner which is not crowded and talk with me there?" Came his panicked voice.

"Sure." I said smiling, anything to get away from this gnome on steroids.

"Well... I'll get back to you? I need to do some wedding planner-ish things."

When I was making way to a place where I could talk to Seth, my eyes locked onto a guy wearing a tailored suit with a black fedora and aviators.

This guy looks suspicious.

He was fiddling with his cellphone, looking around and feeling his back near the waistline of his suit pant definitely for his cartel.

While I was psychoanalyzing this guy, I could hear "Here comes the bride" playing; to which I rolled my eyes.

Way to retain your place of being a basic bitch.

I was back on watching this guy. He was climbing the tree? Wait? What is up with him? When he got settled in the branch and reached back; I knew what was going to happen.

Before he could aim the groom, I whisked out the gun digging into my back and first aimed at his wrist area, so he would drop the gun and then the second bullet to his knee to stop him from getting away with it.

The groom being my colleague was quick to notice this interaction even with having the silencer on th gun.

Before he could move forward and ruin this whole thing and face the wrath of his pregnant to be wife, I raised my hand making him stop and glaring at him giving the look 'You-won't-dare-move-and-ruin-this-and-make-me-face-your-hormonal-partner's-wrath' which did put him back to his spot.

During this fiasco I could feel her eyes burning whole into me. Before she could strom to me instead of walking down the aisle as discreetly a lady with a gun amongst the crowd during a wedding can.