The bartender had frozen, the blade touching his hand even if it hadn't cut him. And then, behind Harley, a man went straight at Sam as her new friend grabbed a bottle from behind the bar to defend himself. Rolling her eyes, Harley punched the bartender hard in the face before grabbing the bat and taking a swing at another man coming for Sam, knocking him in the head. And she was laughing as he fell and it clearly made the others think twice about coming closer.
The bartender was holding his bloody nose, reaching around for a pistol under the bar. Just as he pulled it out to take aim, Harley grabbed Sam by the collar and yanked him away, a bullet moving past him and embedding itself into the bar's wall.
Harley was still grinning. This was the third time this month she'd been in a shoot out. Not bad.