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I fucked up real bad, guys

>have first date with this qt
>things are going really well
>decide I want to close the deal by second date
>hatch elaborate plan with friend
>stage a mugging when I'm walking her home from second date
>loaded .38 revolver with blanks, concealed it ready for the mugging
>carrying real rounds just in case something real happens
>will shoot my friend with the blanks, he'll run off, qt will give me the vajoo for saving her
>foolproofplan.jpg
>fast forward to date
>finished dinner(had duck, it was dank)
>walking her home
>walk past the street that friend was supposed to mug us
>he's not there
>slow down the walk, maybe he hasn't seen us
>"why did we slow down?"
>Oh I never noticed, sorry
>continue walking onto next street
>see guy dressed in all black approaching from down the road
>too dark to see his face
>too tall to be my friend
>starts walking fast towards us, hands in his pockets
>start to panic
>pull out the gun and some real rounds
>qt is confused, looks at me, sees the gun and freaks
>"Anon what the fuck?! what are you doing?"
>fumble the rounds, drop them on the floor along with my spaghetti
>she bends down to pick them up
>"N-NO DON'T TOUCH THAT"
>accidently pull the trigger and shoot at her foot with the blank
>she screams and falls over, way too far away to do any damage but it shook her up
>look up
>guy is running away down the street
>grab the rounds I dropped
>this wasn't p-part of the plan, maybe another t-time?
>she screams again
>run like fuck
>throw gun and every round I had into the river as I'm crossing the bridge
>run home
>hear a police car drive past a few streets away half an hour later
>pee myself
>ring my friend
>WHERE THE FUCK WHERE YOU?
>"I was right there, you shot at me didn't you?"
>why the fuck did you look so tall?
>"I wore boots with stuffed soles so that the height would make me look more intimidating"
>hang up the phone and cry

Is my life fucked?