"Tickling is cheating," Dean accuses as he feigns an attempt to dodge her grasp. He acquiesces and hurries to open the car door for her. He pauses a moment, leaning on the door. "And anyway, isn't your complete inability to resist me kind of the point?" He smiles impishly before finally closing the door and hopping in on the driver's side.
He drives them to an empty stretch of highway and pulls off into a copse of trees. A few yards away is an old, sagging fence they can use to pose targets, and plenty of daylight to spend shooting into the woods. He turns off the car and gestures to the glovebox. "There's a 9mm in there. Pretty nice." It was a Heckler & Koch VP9 with a tiny grip, so it'd be ideal for her to learn with. The gun looks ridiculous in his and his brother's hands, but it had come in handy (heh) more than once.
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Date: 2018-11-14 03:22 am (UTC)He drives them to an empty stretch of highway and pulls off into a copse of trees. A few yards away is an old, sagging fence they can use to pose targets, and plenty of daylight to spend shooting into the woods. He turns off the car and gestures to the glovebox. "There's a 9mm in there. Pretty nice." It was a Heckler & Koch VP9 with a tiny grip, so it'd be ideal for her to learn with. The gun looks ridiculous in his and his brother's hands, but it had come in handy (heh) more than once.