Help with Tracy

“I got her,” you say, leaving Bao and Becka to go to Tracy.

Amy is giving instructions to everyone else.

“Mmm…” Tracy mumbles.

“Come on, sweetie,” you tell her, helping her off the couch. She hangs on you outrageously as you support her out of the room. You pause in the foyer, unsure where to take her. Like the other guests, she’ll have to stay the night here, but you’ll need to fix a room for her before. For now, you can put her in her office. There’s a couch in there that she can lie on. Hopefully she won’t puke on it.

“Hi, Becka,” she says.

“I’m not Becka, I’m Sam,” you remind her.

“Oh. You feel like Becka,” she murmurs, grabbing your behind and squeezing.

“OK.” You are a bit offended, but you put up with it.

You get her situated in the office and make sure that she’s lying on her side. “Are you leaving?” she asks pathetically when you stand up, rubbing your sore back.

Well… yes. You aren’t sure what you’re doing next, but you can’t just hang out in here.

“Yeah,” you say honestly. “We’ll make a bed for you.”

“Got a bed right here,” she says, popping her bra open and letting them out. It’s a nice view, but she’s way too drunk and it’s hard to be horny after the stuff that Amy just said. Besides, you’ve never shared so much as a moment with Tracy. She’s… not really your type.

She’s got nice boobs, though. And a tattoo of a heart on the right one that’s kind of hot and unexpected.

“Sorry, Tracy. Not tonight,” you tell her gently.

She sighs and rolls onto her back, suddenly looking a little less drunk. “Fine. Hey, would you get the gun and give it to Amy? I’m too drunk to have it.”

“Gun?”

“The gun. Somebody found it and brought it to me, but I’m wasted. I went to find Amy and talk to her about it, but I couldn’t find her anywhere.” Tracy yawns and rolls onto her side, facing away from you now. “Take it to her. She’ll know what to do.”

“Where, um, is it?” you ask, confused.

“In the desk.”

“OK.” You check the drawers, and sure enough, there’s a gun. What in the world is this doing here? “Whose is it?” you ask.

“If we knew that, we wouldn’t have to mess with it,” she replies. “Might be that cop’s.”

The cop that nobody can find? Hmm. You frown and pick up the gun, a Glock 19.

Well, it’s not actually that weird for there to be a gun here. They might be against the rules, but owning one is not unheard of. This is Florida, after all. You are actually a gun owner; you have a little pistol in your glove box. It has pink camo grips. Your dad gave it to you, and he’s also the one who taught you about gun safety.

You check the magazine, then the chamber. The gun is fully loaded.

This doesn’t belong to you. You better just do what Tracy says and take it to Amy. But should you empty the chamber first? Just for safety?

Empty the chamber?

or

Leave it loaded?