First place
Okay she may have a problem.
She looks back at the blue quad, Dick is walking in the other direction looking at his new target.
She may have been a little turned on by Dick pressing her into the statue. Okay a lot. A lot turned on.
If he had leaned down to kiss her she would have let him...she couldn't make herself lift up to his height to kiss him, something held her firm to the ground.
She looked down at the weighted gun in her hand and knew what it was.
She was not going to lose herself just because another Casablancas thought it was hot that she was a natural shot. She'd spent too much putting herself back together to let herself be a mess just because some stupid hot guy wanted her.
She wasn't about to be a name and a picture on a god damn whiteboard in the Pi Sig basement.
She pulls her target.
Kimberly Smith-Barney
Do not engage! She will drink you under the table
Social Chair
Botany (plant science)
Illinois
She smiled at the fact that whoever had written the description had to write what Botany was. Flipping the picture over she took in the face of the smiling red-head.
She liked her, but it was hard not to like someone who could drink the pi sig's under the table.
Too bad she wanted this over quickly so she's got to go down. Its near the end of the day most of the Theta's will be heading back toward Greek row.
She had an hour before it became a safe zone.
Kimberly is tall and its a gift from god because she's easy to spot. She lines up her shot and before the target even has a chance to step onto the street she's got pink water based paint across her shoulder. There's no challenge in it but she pushes the want for such a thing down deep.
She jogs over to Kim, "sorry." She smiles sheepishly at her and accepts the envelope.
"Its okay. I'm not a very good shot. You however..." She whistles impressed, "the Ringer right?"
She nods.
She's got a nice soft Irish accent and is kind. She really wishes these girls would all just be the super blonde super bitches that TV had prepared her for.
Them being so nice makes her want to win for them and not for the promised prize.
"An ex showed me how to shoot." She concedes and can't believe she said that at all. She opens the envelope chewing on her lip, breath held.
Come on Dick.
It's not Dick.
She let's the air out in disappointment.
"Who you gunning for?" Kimberly asks as they make their way back to the house, safe zone is now in effect until 9 the next day. If she wanted to kill any more targets she'd have to lure them away.
"Dick."
She answers honestly, seriously why does the truth keep slipping from her mouth? Is this that whole sisterhood shit?
"I hear he's a good shot."
"I know." She goes to the same gun range as him, he never take a down his targets when he's done. He never sees her and she thanks everything possible for that little miracle.
She enters the house, she and Veronica are sharing a room here as it's the safe house. It's all a little too much for her but Veronica promised that they'd be alone in the room and that they'd order take out all week.
"Hey Annie Oakley!" Veronicas arm drapes around her, "I heard there was a kerfuffle in the main quad."
"Yeah. Bandit wasn't the most gracious of targets." She tells her as they move to the main room where the wall is covered in the pictures of the two houses. She automatically searches out her own face, and Veronica's and then finally Dicks.
His photo isn't crossed out like all of her targets and she's pleased because she meant it. She wants to take him down. Rub that bright pink paint all over his smug face and in his pretty blonde hair and on his...
okay that probably wasn't sanitary...the paint was water-soluble right? Then it would probably be fine...not that she was into that kind of stuff.
Veronica makes an involuntary noise of distaste in the back of her throat and she knows without looking that Chip is in the room.
Chip and Dana the head of the Theta's are going through the scores and crossing out the 'dead' targets.
She's taken out four, depending on how everyone else did she could probably sweep the game by Wednesday.
She sits down at the back of the room next to Veronica and promptly zones out, her hand running along the muzzle of her gun, all she cares about is ending this game as soon as possible and making a right mess of Richard Casablancas. Junior. She didn't go in for congenial visits.
Her mind is a mess of Casablancas hands and paint and the smell of gunpowder.
"That's you." a heavy voice whispers into her ear and it pulls her violently away from memories of her dead boyfriend and she's not sure she's glad of it or not, her body is in this turned on limbo.
She blinks rapidly.
Veronica's pushing her up from her seat and the voice was Dick, who was lounging casually beside her. God how long had she been out of it. What the hell was happening? She stands up looking nervously around the room.
"Thank you Cindy, you are currently in first place with four kills." Dana smiles brightly and Chip beside her is scowling in a way that makes her positive she does not want to know why Veronica had been hired.
"Thanks." she smiles shyly and sits back down.
When she sits down Veronica leans in, "Is that Adam?" she points and it's so ridiculously obvious for someone who is literally licensed to be discreet.
She follows the point and Adam is near the middle of the room trying to catch her eye.
"Uh yeah." she looks away, "what should I do?" she whispers but Veronica's eyebrows raise.
"I don't think Adam is going to be a problem." she motions with her eyes and at least this time she's discreet. Dick has stretched his arm across the back of her seat and it feels oddly like he's marking his territory.
She isn't some tree he can piss on.
She leans back in her chair and her shoulders press against his arm and pull his attention sharply to her.
"What are you doing?" she asks and he smirks at her and leans in close to say something but all there is, is breath against her skin because Chip calls him up to the front of the room and he pulls away from her but she thinks she can see disappointment in his eyes.
"What the hell is going on with that?" Veronica asks softly.
Mac shrugs, "I guess he thinks it's hot that I'm a good shot?"
Veronica drapes her arms around her, "I know I sure do." she smiles brightly and they try to suppress their laughter while Dick talks up at the front.
"...Remember that this is a game, if you are shot, fair and square, you give up your envelope, don't be an ass." he's looking pointedly at Bandit whose sulking in the corner, "If you are caught abusing the game, social privileges will be taken away." His voice is hard and authoritative and she's surprised.
"Did you know that Dick could sound like an adult?" She asks Veronica who bites her lip and shakes her head.
The rules are laid out again by Dick, who apparently holds some sort of seat in the frat house hierarchy that she didn't know about and then she and Veronica skip out of the meeting and hide out in the room provided for them by Dana for the rest of the night.
If Veronica wants to dig into the Dick thing, she is biding her time, probably trying to figure out the best way to ask if she wants to nail her dead boyfriends asshole of a brother.
Which suits her just fine because she's not all that sure what the answer is because she can't help but feel that he'd look absolutely gorgeous streaked with paint and panting for breath.