Foreman watched Amber butter up the booth attendant with a smile, and glared at him for a moment before he raised the gun to check the sights. If the guy hadn't seen them talking together, then he was either blind or an idiot, but either way, Foreman didn't mind driving the point home. He didn't care if Amber flirted to get the best gun or so that the guy would guide her to stand in the best place--he knew that she wasn't going to ditch him for a guy whose most elaborate conversational skills were probably "Step right up, folks!" But he wasn't going to sit around doing nothing while the guy made eyes back.
Amber got started before he'd gotten comfortable with the tiny gun. Foreman couldn't help a chuckle when her first shot went wild. Parts of this were fun enough. His best bet was to aim for the middle duck and see which way the gun pulled. There wouldn't be much recoil to speak of, but any hit on the first shot would have to be pure luck. He squeezed the trigger, keeping both eyes open, and wasn't shocked at all to see a hole appear in the back wall about a foot to the right of his intended duck, and a few inches high as well. "You're lucky they're plastic," he said, when Amber swore under her breath. "They don't fly away when you miss the first time."
Foreman didn't bother with the sights the second time. These things were for kids, who probably didn't even know what the sights were for. They liked the bang and random ducks falling over. Foreman shook his head and pulled the trigger again. The gunpowder smell of the gun and the small crack were satisfying, even if the results weren't. He'd gotten closer, but, like Amber, he'd missed on the second shot. Since they were tied, he let himself grin. This was more fun than he'd thought. Frustrating, but who the hell said he was supposed to have any skill with toy guns? "That's it?" he scoffed at Amber, completely ignoring the fact that he was doing no better than she was. "I think the ducks are laughing at you."
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Amber got started before he'd gotten comfortable with the tiny gun. Foreman couldn't help a chuckle when her first shot went wild. Parts of this were fun enough. His best bet was to aim for the middle duck and see which way the gun pulled. There wouldn't be much recoil to speak of, but any hit on the first shot would have to be pure luck. He squeezed the trigger, keeping both eyes open, and wasn't shocked at all to see a hole appear in the back wall about a foot to the right of his intended duck, and a few inches high as well. "You're lucky they're plastic," he said, when Amber swore under her breath. "They don't fly away when you miss the first time."
Foreman didn't bother with the sights the second time. These things were for kids, who probably didn't even know what the sights were for. They liked the bang and random ducks falling over. Foreman shook his head and pulled the trigger again. The gunpowder smell of the gun and the small crack were satisfying, even if the results weren't. He'd gotten closer, but, like Amber, he'd missed on the second shot. Since they were tied, he let himself grin. This was more fun than he'd thought. Frustrating, but who the hell said he was supposed to have any skill with toy guns? "That's it?" he scoffed at Amber, completely ignoring the fact that he was doing no better than she was. "I think the ducks are laughing at you."