The DJ pulled out a gun. A loud bang, a dancer hit the floor theatrically. The crowd laughed and whooped, right up until someone noticed blood on the body. There was a stampede for the door, punctuated with screaming and more shots.
The DJ pulled out a gun. Cool jets of water hit the sweat-soaked summer crowd, bringing cheers and smiles. "More!" they begged.
The DJ pulled out a gun. She placed it against the paper and pulled the trigger, fixing the show poster to the message board. One hundred down, two hundred more to go. Thank god for staples.
The DJ pulled out a gun. A merry flame danced on the tip as he lit up his smoke. Taking a long drag, he put his lighter gun back in his pocket.
The DJ pulled out a gun. A wink and an imaginary bullet from his finger gun, straight to the lady who had only had eyes for him all night. "This next one's for you."
The DJ pulled out a gun. Lights flashed, a stream of bubbles filled the air. They floated gently down as the dance floor seethed with rhythm.
The DJ pulled out a gun. "Bang!" said the novelty flag as Gangsta's Paradise began.