The Shooter1997/I

[Cleaned up and dressed as a proper lady, Wendy starts to leave. The cruel bartender stops her]

Bartender:
Hold it! Where're you going?

Wendy:
I'm leaving.

Bartender:
Oh really? Exactly where do you plan on going?

Wendy:
Away from you!

Bartender:
[gripping her by the arm] You ain't goin' no place.

Wendy:
[mutters] How much?

Bartender:
How much for what?

Wendy:
How much for you to let me leave?

Bartender:
[chucles] How much you got?

Wendy:
[draws a small pistol] I've got this! Unfortunately, it's all lead.

[Wendy leaves]