Snippet #2751098

"Ah, here we are," said Sara. They arrived at a small eatery on Pi'alli Avenue. This street wasn't completely empty but also wasn't flooded with tourists - thank God.
The trio walked in. A gleeful waitress greeted them, took them to their seats at a small booth on the right side, near the front, gave them menus, and left.
"I'm thinking of the steak," declared Ara after a few minutes.
"Have you ever had steak before? I never saw cows on your farm," asked Sara.
Ara was quiet a moment, and then said, "Well, I'm pretty sure they're, like, some sorta fancy-shmancy kind of mutton, right?"
Sara sighed. "Steak comes from cows, not sheep."
"Whatever. I'm still getting the steak."
"Well, fine. I will be getting..."
The two girls blabbed on, but Abraxas was distracted when someone tapped on his shoulder. He turned to see a young woman of perhaps 20 with short, dark hair, lilac eyes, lots of white foundation and a black leather biker jacket. "Hey," she said, "just warning you, you might want to duck soon."
On impulse, Abraxas ducked his head under the table, waiting for some projectile to fly over it. Nothing did.
"Not yet, you moron!" whispered the girl. "Come back up, I've got to ask you something."
Abraxas slowly came back up and met her eyes. They were like steel, almost without emotion, except her could see a bit of annoyance and curiosity in them. "Who are you?" he asked.
"Unimportant," she replied coolly. "What is important is that your friend over there could have chosen a better place."
Abraxas turned to look at Sara, who was deep in argument with Ara about how mutton was cooked. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, really? Comes to a place she's never been before and chooses the most expensive restaurant around? The only plausible reason why she'd do that would be that she had enough money to not have to worry about any large prices - which I already know she does not."
Abraxas was stunned. "Wha- how do you kn-"
"Whatever," she said, cutting him off. "It's not important. What is important is that in about a minute, a man will fire a pistol at you and a couple other patrons, and you'll dodge because of what I told you. Then he'll demand payment, but when they do he'll keep shooting people. One of your friends over there - the sandy-haired one who doesn't know what a sirloin is - is gonna get shot, and die before she even hit 18."
"What?! That'ssss horrible! Issss there any way I can sssstop that from happening?!"
"Well, you would have had enough time to catch the guy pulling out his gun and stop him before it all happened, if not for the fact I'd just wasted your time by telling you all that." She flashed him a gruesome smile that sent shivers down his spine. "Also, duck."
At that moment, a shot rang out, and Abraxas immediately ducked. The bullet zipped over his head and into the wall.
A man with an unruly beard stood up and started shooting around chaotically with his pistol. One of the bullets flew straight towards Ara's head.
Without thinking, Abraxas tackled Ara out of her chair and onto the ground. The bullet passed where her head had been. The man cocked his pistol and pointed it to the sky, shouting, "Bring out yer valuables, ur these folks here are gonna-"
He was cut off as Abraxas pulled out his bow lightning fast, notching an arrow, and firing it into the man's throat. He gurgled on his own blood for a few seconds, then fell to the floor, dead, the pistol landing nearby.
Abraxas turned triumphantly back to the other girl, to prove her wrong in what she'd said.
But she was gone.