KittyKat nervously sat tapping her fingers on the table. Her dear friend had decided to set her up on a blind date. At the time she had thought it was a grand idea, but now she was beginning to think it was the dumbest thing she had ever agreed to. It should have been a clue when the guy had said he would meet her at the restaurant, instead of picking her up. And the Restaurant? Who in their right mind would think that a Hot Dog Joint was the perfect place to make a first impression? She had asked her friend to relay the message that she would be wearing a blue dress, with a yellow flower in her hair, that way he would be able to recognize her.

   KittyKat patted the gun that was tucked away in her purse, hidden for safe keeping. This was a crazy world, and she wanted to be prepared for any situation. She glanced down at her watch and noticed the time. He was half an hour late. She rose from her seat and gather herself up to leave. Suddenly a man came running in, trying to catch his breath. He swooped over to her table and stood there waiting for her to have a seat again. His shirt was half tucked in, and it had what looked like blood spots on the cuffs of the sleeves. His brown slacks were wrinkly and had a tear in them, and his shoes were covered in mud. She sat there waiting for him to speak and explain himself, when it was clear that no words were coming out of his mouth, she spoke up.

"Are you okay?"

Singer Looks at the girl thinking about the blue dress and how it must be a hand me down. He looks around seeing no one else at the hot dog stand he sits down. looking at the girl he smiles 
Why yes i am alright im sorry im a little late, There was a robbery going on at the bank.
Singer leans further back and asks for a drink of water. He needed it after all that work he did.
I have never really been on a date before miss Kitty Kat so excuse me if im weird i guess im just nervous. Miss Kitty Kat, why is that your name? 
Singer waits for her to answer and before she does he speaks again out of nervousness.
You know i hate cats but you seem like a nice person. So please go on how did you get your name?

   KittyKat watched the man lean back and order the water without a Please or Thank you. His manners were atrocious. He must have been raised by wolves. She wanted to kick herself for letting her friend talk her into the whole blind date thing. She eyed the man carefully. He was a good looking man except for the scruffy facial hair he had growing on his face. Did he not know what a razor was or what it meant to shave? She tried not to concentrate too hard on his chin puke. She thought about what he had asked her and she shrugged her shoulders.

"My mom had a love of cats and wanted to name me Kitty. my dad wanted my middle name to be Katherine, and somehow along the way it got shortened to KittyKat."

   There was a foul oder beginning to permeate the air. She wasn't quite sure, but she was starting to think it was coming from the man in front of her. She tried her hardest not to take in any deep breaths. Part of her just wanted to get up and leave, but she had promised her friend that she would be nice.

Singer smiled at Kittykat and noticed she was kind of holding some kind of nasty thought back. Singer unsure of what she was thinking thought maybe it had to do with him. As he thought about what it was while pretending to listen to her it hit him.

I havent shaved. Oh im so sorry go on though

Singer pulled out a Razor and shaving cream, It was as if he kept it with him everywhere he went. As he began shaving he saw a waiter go into the restoroom

Excuse me for just one moment love

After around ten minutes Singer came out of the bathroom wearing the waiters suit.

It fits dont you think?

   KittyKat watched as the man excused himself from the table. He disappeared down the hall. She sat patiently watching and waiting for him to return. The waiter approached the table and she tried to wave him of to come back later. As she watched the waiter sit down, she realized it was Singer. She blushed at her mistake and shook her head yes when he asked about it fitting.

"Oh yeah, it fits just perfect. You look like you should be working here."

   She tried not to roll her eyes at the man. She started reaching for her water when there was a loud pop, almost like a gunshot. The glass in front of her shattered. She frantically looked around the room. She saw a man standing near the door, gun in hand. She dropped to the ground and pulled at Singer's leg. She motioned for him to join her under the table. She slipped her hand into her purse and drew her gun.

Singer looked down at her and began laughing.

Why are you under the table for? Its not like they were shooting at us.

A voice cries out from the distance

We are shooting at you

Well there is a lot of people out here, IF they would have said our names then maybe...

We are shooting at you KittyKat and SInger

Oh make room under there

Singer gets under the table and hides with KittyKat.

Go shoot them or something!

   KittyKat frowned at the man who was cowering like a litle girl, ordering her to shoot. She raised her gun up and pulled the trigger. She missed the first two shots but hit the taller man in the shoulder with the third shot.

"Have any bright ideas on how we should get out of here? Or are you all looks and no brains?"

   She raised the gun and pulled the trigger, but only heard a click. She was out of ammo. She was hating that she had switched purses and forgot her other clip. She brought the gun back down and shoved it into her purse.

Singer smiles

So you think im good looking huh?

Seeing the lady frustrated singer thinks to himself

If only we had guns to fire back at them

A man approached the two of them and smiled

Hello it looks like you are in need of guns would you be interested in buying any?

Well would you look at that! Just what we need some guy trying to sell us something in the middle of a crisis how ignorant people are wouldnt you say kittykat?

   She blushed again. She hated that she was actually attracted to this mess of a man. She watched the old man eating a Hot Dog with mustard dripping down his chin approach them. He flashed them a brown paper bag that contained two guns and some bullets. just their luck. A bad version of Santa with his bag full of goodies, would find this the perfect opportunity to sell them guns. What has this world came to?

"How much for the guns and ammo?"

   She began opening her purse to see if she had enough money in there to give the man. As she snapped open the purse the old man began shaking his head at her. This did nothing but confuse her and make the situation that more irritating. The man looked at her with a creepy grin on his face and whispered to her.

"They are yours for the low low price of flashing me a little of whats under the top part of that dress of yours."

Singer began to blush

You know not many men ask to see what i have But i have to respectfully decline my good man

After KittyKat and The man make it known that they werent talking to him but that he was talking to The lady Singer smiled

Now back in New York we dont talk to our women like that. So i suggest you apologize to the lady.

The man looked at singer staring at him in the eyes.  Then he spoke up

I apologize to you lady, because you wont get the gun and the bullets. Hows that you goomba prick?

That was pretty nice. And you were right she wont get the gun and the bullets, I will.

Singer punched the man in the face and grabbed his hand. The man didnt look like he was in pain at all however Singers hand was throbbing. Gunshots came through the window and struck the man cold in his tracks. Singer thought he killed the guy from one shot.

You see that KittyKat One punch knockout right there.

   KittyKat didn't want to bust his macho ego bubble, so she smiled. Her mom had always told her to be nice to the "special" kids, so I guess that means adults as well. She looked at the old man laying there with an obvious gunshot wound to the chest, the blood pouring out everywhere.

"Yep, one punch knock out. You should be a professional fighter."

   She tried not to laugh to hard when she lied to him about the knock out. She saw that he had gotten the guns from the man and that was all that really mattered right now. She held her hand out to him.

"I think you should pass me a gun. Then we both start firing and make a break for the back door. What do you think?"

Sounds like a good idea. One of the best ideas i have heard today. How about this one though. Ill give you both the guns and you start firing and ill sneak out through the back and start the car that way its nice and warm for you?

He thought he would give it a try. The bullets kept flying through the window. Singer could not help but wonder how much ammo they needed to kill just two people. Singer yelled out to them trying to trick them.

OK WE ARE DEAD BAD GUYS BOTH OF US SHOT RIGHT IN THE HEARTS

The two bad guys didnt looked to convinced they peeked through the window and looked around.

See we are dead. Now you can go on and tell your boss that you got us.

Their faces lit up they were happy they went on their way and left Singer and KittyKat to finish eating.

"Are you kidding me? Thats all it took? What the hell? I think that they were only after you. Does it have anything to do with the blood on your shirt from earlier?"

   KittyKat crawled out from underneath the table. There was bits of food stuck to her legs from kneeling and there was now gum in her hair from the bottom of the table. She let out a loud sigh. Jesus Pete, this really was turning out to be a crap night. Could it possibly get any worse than this? She turned to look at Singer.

"I think we should get out of here. They might realize that they are dumb and we really are alive." 

Singer looks at his shirt and tries to think back about where that blood could have come from. It dawned on him it was probably from the men he pickpocketed earlier but that didnt make sense. It also could have been from the man He punched on the face, but that guy didnt bleed. Then it him The blood came from shaving.

Yeah lets get outta here. OH hey look who it is.

Just then Singer looked out the window and smiled. There was a blonde girl who stared back at him She scurried off and Singer ran after her. There was something that grabbed him and tugged at his very being when he saw her. As he ran after her he shouted back to KittyKat.

Thank you sister for taking me out i had a blast ill catch you later ok!

KittyKat sat there jaw dropped watching as the man disappeared out the door. Why did this always seem to happen to her? Her dates always left her sitting. She looked around the place. There was broken glass and food everywhere. The place was destroyed. She got up and went to the bathroom. As she looked into the mirror, she could see she was a disaster. Her her was tangled and bits of food was found through out her hair. Her dress had mustard squirted down the front of it and her knee was bruised from jumping under the table. She washed her hands and face and managed to get most of the food out of her hair. She applied a little lipstick and made her way back out the door. When she stepped out into the hallway the manager of the place was standing there with his arms crossed. He had a bill for her for the damage done today. She took out her check book and wrote him a check and went to sit back down. She might as well eat something. She ordered a dog and an iced tea. She now was planning to swear off men for good. She quietly whispered to herself.

"Guess I am just too much woman for one man to handle."

She took a bite and sat there quietly.