Hi! I don't really know where I'm going with this . . . Probably just a bunch of Texas vs Nebraska oneshots :) I own nothing!
Penny's POV
I was bored. Yep, Queen Penelope was b-o-r-e-d. I tried to pinpoint what I wanted to do . . . Something Nebraskan. I don't know what, though . . . It hit me. Inspiration! I. Want. Hunting. I wanted to shoot something and get that feeling when you know that target is shot. At the same time, I didn't want to go alone. Well, it is a good thing that there are four nerds right across the hall. After a lot of begging, pleading and promises of the comic book store, all of the geeks agreed to come with varying levels of enthusiasm. Howard seemed eager to go - like he could impress me or actually shoot the target. Raj was indifferent. He downed a shot of tequila before coming. Sheldon was pleased with how it turned out - 2 hours on the ranch and he got 20 any-time use car rides to any chosen location. Leonard was acting like a whiny baby, complaining about how we weren't going out and shouldn't be obligated to run around on my every whim. By the end of his petulant speech, I was planning his death. The gun teacher came over and told us all of the gun information (polishing, putting together, taking apart, shooting - the basics). Sheldon wasn't listening. Well, let's see who's bored when he fails at something for the first time.
"Okay, who's first?" I crowed when we reached the shooting field.
Raj shrugged and walked forward. Poor guy triple checked his etiquette and everything but he didn't get near the target.
"That's okay, sweetie. It wasn't a bad first try." I encouraged. Howard took it as flirting and figured it was for everyone who tried. He swaggered up and said, "Babe, I'm a natural." He missed 100%. I snorted. Leonard moaned, "Why do we even have to do this?! I bet you suck at shooting." He added when he missed. Aggravated beyond belief, I assumed the shooting position and shot the outer ring of the bulls eye. I smirked but Sheldon snorted, "Unimpressive."
"What?" I retorted. "If you're so good, you try!"
With a smirk, Sheldon did just that. He lined himself up perfectly - I thought he wasn't listening? - and then the realization hit me. Oh, crap. Sheldon is from Texas. Sure, he may have been an outcast but he still knew the essentials. Sheldon shot.
Bulls eye.
The guys were amazed, staring at Sheldon in awe.
"Nice." I praised.
"Why don't we compete? Texas versus Nebraska." Sheldon smirked sexily. Wait, what? Sheldon's not sexy! 200 shots later, Sheldon got all bulls eyes. I didn't. He won. Texas was better.