Re: Mean-Eyed Cat: Isaiah / Cat
His breath was raw in his throat, quicker than it should have been as he tried to get past the suffocating line of heat around his throat. He was only vaguely aware of the people hurrying out of the bar, their presence grating as they moved, the scraping of stools and chairs too loud - the sound of their footsteps too loud. He winced at the sounds of them all, and the silence once they were gone was almost a relief.
He turned more to face Cat, looking up at her along the barrel of her gun. It was an unsettling feeling to be at the other end of her aim, knowing that if she shot, she couldn't miss. Hell, even he could probably hit something at such a short range.
"Put the gun away unless you're going to shoot me."