The more Karen explained, the madder Harley got. She liked her but then it stopped? It just went away? And she was supposed to buy that? It got worse when her own feelings were questioned, because really, no, she wasn’t so enthusiastic about Karen as she was before but that was all Karen’s fault. Harley had been real happy with the way things were going right up until the woman turned around and said she wasn’t into her anymore.
That was just mean. It was beyond mean. Beyond teasing. It was deliberate. And the proof was in the woman’s next words when she said she wouldn’t have touched Harl’s gun if she hadn’t liked her. That was an outright lie! You didn’t touch a person’s gun lightly like that! No, this was more than she’d first thought. This was…
This was a set up.
This woman had wanted something from Harley, and now she figured she wasn’t going to get it so she was trying to bail or change tactics. Harley knew the signs, she’d pulled it on enough guys to know. And if she thought she was just walking away scott free, she had another think coming. In one swift move, the gun she’d been cradling was now palmed and pointed at the woman she’d been kissing not long ago.
“Yeah? You got a bridge you wanna sell me too? I don’t think so, toots. Try again. What is it you really want? Huh?” Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Oooo, you’re looking for my rifle, aincha? Well you’re not gettin’ it!”