The Bar of course

Kate's evening had gone to shit to say the least. Pulling the late shift at the bar was rarely pleasant, and that was before the dimunitive greenskinned gremlins stormed in and began to ransack the place. It was all the quirky 18 year old teen could do just to keep them occupied with beer, peanuts, poker, and cigarettes. But that was no longer doing the job. One of the gremlins was swinging from the fan abover her head in a drunken stooper. Others just screamed and cackled as some of their friends drank directly from the beer tap, or did other things kate didn't much care to think about.

The gremlin with the stripe called for more beer, waving around his revolver in a manner to call her over. Reluctently, she did. Doing her best to avoid stepping on any of the other gremlins.

She turned to leave, but stripe grunted at her, jesturing to a spot in the middle of the room with his pistol.

Not wanting to get shot, Kate complied.

The striped gremlin looked her over like she was a meal before a grin stretched across its features.

BANG!

Kate flinched, but didn't feel any pain. Her jeans however, did feel a little looser.

Kate looked down to her hip and her eyes went wide. The bullet made a noticeable cut in the waistband of her jeans. She turned back to look at Stripe, and saw the malicious, perverted grin stretch out over its features.

BANG! And suddenly her legs got alot colder. Their laughter filled her ears.