Just as she gets up, I'm one step ahead with that table leg. I swing it like a baseball bat as I hit her across the face.
She lands on the ground with a thud. And silently, I praise Jeremy. Thanks for the idea, Jeremy!
I don't hesitate to run around the bar, glass crunching under my feet as I search for the pistol. I catch sight of the shiny metal out of the corner of my eye and quickly grab, just as our crazy waitress jumps onto the bar and hisses at me.
And the next thing I know she's smashing a bottle of scotch over my head.
I gasp as a sharp pain shots through my head and I clutch the gun tighter, just as she's about to jump on top of me, I make the split decision and aim at her, pulling the trigger of the gun without even flinching. Not even as she falls to the ground, wailing in pain, do I move or flich or even blink.