No Good

Jimmy smiled. She didn't smile back. Well, not unexpected, thought Jimmy; still smiling. He wasn't even sure if she was looking back at him. He dared anyway: moved closer to her, significantly closer. He was grinning now. It was almost creepy, wait, no, it was downright creepy. You know, that... that creepy, creepy grin. The up-to-no-good grin. Jimmy stretches his arm out, towards her. She doesn't seem to realize that. Jimmy touches her sides, trails his finger around. Then without warning; just picks her up in the air. With both hands, gripping her sides tightly. She doesn't react at all. Jimmy grinned wider, than ever. It was then he knew she was game. And her rules were simple: "If you want a reaction, you gotta pull the right trigger"..

Jimmy Gripped her tightly, at arms length, and pulled the trigger.
The sound of the gunshot at this proximity deafened him. Momentarily though, then the ringing subsided, and he caught himself still wincing. But he felt something else apart from that short burst of 'shock'. He felt a connection. He felt warmth. He put the barrel to his nose and sniffed. The phrase 'smoking gun' finally meant something to him.
And then he grinned; that creepy creepy grin. He was definitely up to no good...