I picked up Vaughn’s 1911 off the floor and rolled behind the desk, which was side-lit by the flood lights in the loading area.
“Ruger, huh?” Vaughn barked into the vast warehouse. “You must be trying to compensate for somethin’!” And two shots rang out at a shadow ten feet away.
“She’s never gonna be safe, you know that, right?” He shouted, drifting towards the wall he shot at.
I rolled out from under the desk. I shot once.
Vaughn wheeled and emptied his mag inches from me and all along the wall as I tucked and rolled again. Thank the Marine Corps.
I came up and threw everything the Colt had into his chest. Vaughn staggered back with each shot and fell through the window into the loading area.
“Well at least she’ll be safe from you,” I heard myself say.
Everyone was paired up with their significant other, while Jimin and Y/N just stared at each other sipping on their bottomless sangria’s. They watched and laughed as everyone took turns trying to shoot down the targets at the other end of the range with very little success. Y/N yawned and stood up to stretch, the shirt she had on rose a little showing off her stomach.
“I want one,” y/n whined as she watched a couple walk off the rage with a giant stuffed animal and Jimin raised an eyebrow. “What? It’s cute!”
Jimin downed the rest of his drink in one go and stood, “Let’s go!” He grabbed y/n’s hand and pulled her to the line despite her complaints. One of the workers explained how the riffle worked and Jimin listened to everyone word. Jimin pulled his hair back into a messy ponytail and got into position once his turn came up. “Which one did you want?” Jimin spared Y/N a glance and she pointed to the large yellow chick. Jimin nodded his head and waited for the worker to tell him to start. He only had to hit five targets to win the chick.
Pop. Pop. Pop, pop, pop!
Jimin opened both eyes as Y/n threw her arms around him happily. “W-we won?!” Jimin couldn’t believe it. “Man, I’m good at this!”