A gun slid into my hand all by itself.

The gun slid from his fingers and thumped to the floor.

My gun slid across the floor as I threw my hands into the air.

The gun slid out of sight under the car.

The gun spun onto the elevator floor and slid into a corner.

His gun flew out of his hand and slid across the floor.

The gun flew from his hands, onto the hood of the van, and slid over the side.

The gun fell from her grasp and slid across the polished wood floor.

Jesse smiled at him, slid the gun from his belt.

I had already put in a towel as padding, so the gun wouldn't slide around.