Foreman raised his eyebrows and kept his mouth shut when Amber proposed a rematch. She could actually look pretty scary when she was that determined. It was still funny, just not worth getting his head bitten off if he happened to say so. He swallowed down his laughter as Amber not only terrified the carny into giving her another turn, but took after the ducks as if she was Rambo with a machine gun instead of a flimsy plastic toy.
It was a damn good thing she actually won something. Foreman's eyes had widened during the demonstration, and by this point he knew that if she hadn't won, Amber would have kept them here until she did, or die with her hands frozen to the rifle barrel. Foreman shrugged and handed over another dollar to the attendant, and picked up a gun. Another bunch of kids had started gathering behind them, so this would be their last turn for a while, at least long enough to get some hot chocolate or coffee to unfreeze his fingers. Foreman eyed the ducks. Following Amber's example seemed like the way to go. It had to be how all the kids won their prizes, by acting like they had no idea what they were doing. He shot quickly, not letting himself sight, knowing it would throw off his aim.
If it had been up to him, he wouldn't have won on purpose. If Amber could get so worked up about the odds in a game she knew was crooked, he could only imagine what he'd be in for if he bested her. But not trying wasn't an option, either, for the same reason. It had to be a level playing ground, as much as possible. But in the end, it didn't matter--he hadn't tried to lose, but when the smoke cleared, he'd only knocked over two ducks to Amber's three. He'd still won something. The attendant held out a bucket of plastic toys, giving Foreman a look that suggested he couldn't believe he was going to claim one of the little things. Resigned to playing the game out to its conclusion, Foreman picked out a plastic spider that turned out to be a ring, probably sized too small for him to ever wear. Not that he would. Amber would get the plush...snake, or one of the other small ones. They'd both missed out on the big prizes, but as far as walking around the festival went, that at least saved them the trouble of carrying them.
Foreman waited for Amber to claim her prize. She was probably going to gloat, too, that she'd won the chance to make him do whatever she liked. Foreman's smile widened at that thought, but he wasn't about to make it easy for her to lord it over him. He took her hand, which was as cold as his, and studiously put the spider ring on her pinkie, the only finger it was big enough to fit. Foreman met Amber's eyes, humour still rising up, making all of this easy to do, to say. "Told you I'd win my girl a prize," he said, his voice warm and quiet.
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It was a damn good thing she actually won something. Foreman's eyes had widened during the demonstration, and by this point he knew that if she hadn't won, Amber would have kept them here until she did, or die with her hands frozen to the rifle barrel. Foreman shrugged and handed over another dollar to the attendant, and picked up a gun. Another bunch of kids had started gathering behind them, so this would be their last turn for a while, at least long enough to get some hot chocolate or coffee to unfreeze his fingers. Foreman eyed the ducks. Following Amber's example seemed like the way to go. It had to be how all the kids won their prizes, by acting like they had no idea what they were doing. He shot quickly, not letting himself sight, knowing it would throw off his aim.
If it had been up to him, he wouldn't have won on purpose. If Amber could get so worked up about the odds in a game she knew was crooked, he could only imagine what he'd be in for if he bested her. But not trying wasn't an option, either, for the same reason. It had to be a level playing ground, as much as possible. But in the end, it didn't matter--he hadn't tried to lose, but when the smoke cleared, he'd only knocked over two ducks to Amber's three. He'd still won something. The attendant held out a bucket of plastic toys, giving Foreman a look that suggested he couldn't believe he was going to claim one of the little things. Resigned to playing the game out to its conclusion, Foreman picked out a plastic spider that turned out to be a ring, probably sized too small for him to ever wear. Not that he would. Amber would get the plush...snake, or one of the other small ones. They'd both missed out on the big prizes, but as far as walking around the festival went, that at least saved them the trouble of carrying them.
Foreman waited for Amber to claim her prize. She was probably going to gloat, too, that she'd won the chance to make him do whatever she liked. Foreman's smile widened at that thought, but he wasn't about to make it easy for her to lord it over him. He took her hand, which was as cold as his, and studiously put the spider ring on her pinkie, the only finger it was big enough to fit. Foreman met Amber's eyes, humour still rising up, making all of this easy to do, to say. "Told you I'd win my girl a prize," he said, his voice warm and quiet.