Annalisa got paranoid, and went back to her dresser, taking the money back out and counting it again, coming up $30 short. This wasn't going to fly with her- no one could simply rip her off and get away with it. She opened another drawer of her dresser, and took out a pistol, sitting it on top of the dresser. She sighed, and figured that the man couldn't have made it too far yet- she had forgotten his name, she had only met him the night before at a club. A big chunk of her income was finding businessmen, inviting them over, and then pretending to be an emotional basket case in order to get money- and that was exactly the case with this particular man. Anger had welled up in her, because she didn't like when men tried to short change her. 

Annalisa walked outside, and saw the man standing at the street corner- she ran after him,"Sir! Sir!" She called after him,"You forgot something! Please come back!" The man turned around, and walked back toward her,"I don't recall doing so-"

"But you did!" Annalisa said urgently, and took his hand, dragging him in, and locked her front door once he was in. "Now just let me go and get it.." She said softly,"Then you can be on your lovely way."

Annalisa walked into her bedroom, and grabbed the pistol off of her dresser, her hands were shaking, she wasn't very good with killing people, it wasn't something she enjoyed doing, but if she wasn't going to get her way, she wasn't going to just let him get away with it. She held the gun up, and walked out slowly into the sitting room, pointing it at the man,"Now, don't try to leave, just hand the money over, if you don't I'm afraid you won't be leaving alive." Her voice was low and shaky.

"Miss Cavallo, I don't know what you're talking about." The man insisted,"Just sit the gun down, there's no need for violence."

"You don't fucking know? Where's the other $30? Theres no way you could miscount that bad!" There was a twinge of fear in her voice.

"Now, I don't see why you need all of that money, you have obviously been getting along just fine." The man snorted,"Plus, it's not like a pleasant young woman like you would actually shoot me."

"Well, you obviously have mistaken yourself." Annalisa whispered, closed her eyes, and pulled the trigger. She opened her eyes to see the man laying on the ground. She bit her lip and ran to get her purse. She looked at the man's body and sighed- she would clean it up later. Dazed, she made her way out of the house and to the nearest place that still served alcohol and sat down between three Russians and a Scotsman,"One vodka please." She said numbly, and scanned the place for a familiar face- someone, anyone, to help her dispose of the body laying on her sitting room floor.