(Ill Mannered)
Angelo wants Booth to set up a shooting club. Why not?
I don't own Bones.
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Furious, Booth glared at the owner of The Hunters Gun Club and protested, "I don't care if you do own this place. You don't talk to my daughter like that. Who the hell do you think you are?"
Slightly intimidated by Booth's size, Larry Green stiffened his spine and responded loudly, "I'm the one who's throwing your ass out of here along with that brat of yours."
A sneer set on Booth's face, the former Ranger smiled, "Try it, Sport. Touch me or my kid . . . go ahead."
His jaw working, Larry finally replied, "Leave or I'll call the police."
Chuckling, Booth walked over to where his daughter stood, took their bag from her hand and smiled, "Honey, that guy over there is what an asshole looks like. You remember that."
"I will Dad." Following him out into to the parking lot, Christine noticed quite a few of the members watch them as they left. "Dad, I didn't cheat or anything. That boy was just embarrassed that I beat him because I'm a girl."
Pausing near the back of the truck, Booth opened the back of the truck, placed the bag inside and sat on the tailgate, "Honey, there are men in this world who can't stand the thought of women beating them in anything. Me, I don't give a shit . . . um, I don't care about stuff like that. I know who I am and someone being better than me at something doesn't change who I am. That goes for you too. Larry's son, William is an ill mannered bully and we both know it. When you won the contest and showed everyone what a lousy shot that boy was, he couldn't stand it, so of course he started bleating that you cheated. Now how you cheated is beyond me, but . . . . any way, you won fair and square. William couldn't handle being beat by a sixteen year old woman and Larry just couldn't handle his son's embarrassment. That's why he wanted to get rid of us."
Puzzled, Christine rubbed the end of her nose, "Where are we going to practice now, Dad? This is the only gun club in this small town."
Unconcerned Booth flashed her smile, "Maybe I'll open up a gun club. Your Mom hates Larry and refused to join his club. I bet I could talk her into bank rolling me into setting up one."
Excited, Christine clapped her hands, "Are you serious? Oh man, that's a great idea, Dad."
"I have a few sometimes." Pleased at the thought of his own gun club, Booth smiled, "The more I think about it the more I like it. Of course, we're only here in the summer months and Bones might not think it's a great idea."
Slyly, Christine smiled at her father, "You can charm smile her, Dad. She has a hard time resisting your charm smile."
Laughing, Booth shook his head, "Maybe, but sometimes she resists if she thinks I'm being a lunk head. Let's go home and see what happens."
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This little mini arc will run across a few chapters. Any good?
