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as calmly as he could, ‘this isn’t helping matters at all. You don’t want to hurt anyone. I know that. You know that. But accidents happen. Give me the gun and we’ll sit down and talk like rational human beings, okay?’ He held out his hand.
    Chuck looked at the hand, then ignored it. ‘Rational?’ he echoed. ‘She didn’t behave like a rational human being, did she? She never even gave me a chance. What is it, Sandi? They really do have bigger cocks, your own kind? That it? This not big enough for you?’
    He fumbled at his fly with his free hand.
    ‘There’s no need for this, Chuck,’ said Arvo. ‘Come on, give me the gun. You’re making everyone nervous.’
    ‘Let ’em sweat. I get no sleep because of this bitch. I get headaches. Here. This not good enough for you?’ His dick hung limply out the front of his pants. ‘Why don’t you kiss it, bitch! Why don’t you go on your knees and kiss it.’
    ‘Oh, God. Don’t kill me. Please!’ Sandi wailed.
    Chuck was crying now, passing his peak like a roller coaster on its way back home. Arvo figured if he could get through the next few seconds there might be a chance that they would all get out of the place alive.
    ‘Come on, Chuck,’ he said, holding out his hand. ‘We can talk about this. I know we can. You’re an intelligent man. You don’t want to hurt anyone. Give me the gun, Chuck.’
    Chuck looked directly at Arvo for the first time, his face slick with sweat, tears flowing down his cheeks. Arvo held eye contact for what seemed like hours, aware only of the sound of the streamers fluttering in the draught, but at the end of that time, he knew he had him. The man was a habitual loser, just desperate, trying a little harder than usual to succeed at something, at anything .
    ‘Ah, what the fuck,’ he said finally, shoulders slumping. ‘It’s only a replica anyway.’ He handed the gun to Arvo, put his dick away and zipped up his fly.
    Arvo felt like smashing his stupid face in. Instead, he gritted his teeth and patted Chuck down. Though he was sure the man would hardly use a replica when he had a real gun in his pocket, it was best to be safe and follow routine procedure. He didn’t bother with cuffs. That could wait until a patrol car arrived. Chuck wasn’t going anywhere right now. He looked like a man who wanted to talk.
    Sandi dashed off to the washroom, hand over her mouth. Slowly, the members of the birthday party started peeking from under the table and getting to their feet, all a little sheepish now it was all over. Pretty soon, Arvo thought, they’d be indignant. They’d start asking for their money back, replacements for the drinks that got spilled, maybe even threaten a lawsuit. He’d seen it happen before. Then they’d embellish what had happened for their friends, be the centre of attention at parties.
    The bar staff stood up and dusted themselves off. One of them poured himself a stiff shot of Scotch. Arvo nodded to Maria, who went to call Hollywood Division, then led Chuck by the elbow to one of the booths and jammed him in the corner.
    Chuck wiped his face with a napkin. The tissue was so thin that it shredded and pieces stuck in little clumps on his cheeks and chin, like the bits of paper you put over shaving nicks.
    ‘I’m glad it’s over,’ he said. ‘You know that? I’m glad it’s over. I feel such relief. I haven’t slept for two weeks thinking about her. You know that? You know what that does to your mind? I loved that woman. Do you believe it? Loved her. She treated me like dirt. I couldn’t kill no one, man.’
    ‘Calm down, Chuck,’ Arvo said. ‘You only dated her a couple of times, isn’t that right?’
    ‘So? What does it matter how many times I dated her? Don’t you believe in love at first sight?’
    Arvo sighed and wondered if he should give an honest answer. If truth be told, he’d lost a fair bit of sleep over Nyreen, too. Before he could say anything, though, Sandi stormed over to the