"You sure you want to do this?" Irene asked.
Lucas loaded his Beretta AL391, nodding.
"Hell yeah. Why, you scared you'll have to have a drink with me?"
"Alright, I'm just warning you, Kalashnikov vodka is pretty expensive to import. Especially in the glass AK." she said, loading up a Remington 1100.
"I know, I've got one." he replied.
"Ooh, big spender, huh?" she chided.
"Yeah, if it weren't for Jim Thomas, my company would probably have gone bankrupt by now."
"Jim Thomas? You mean the kid who you got in that fight with over dating Jenna Alvera?"
"Yep. He ended up marrying her and having two kids." Lucas said, flipping the shotgun's safety on and closing the trunk of his Ford Explorer.
"Huh. Always thought she'd go for you." Irene said.
"Ah, it wasn't really as involved as I made it out to be. Jenna wasn't really my type, I just didn't think she was Jim's type, so I kept giving him a hard time over it. He just thought I liked her, too. I mean, yeah, she was a cute girl, and now a beautiful woman, but she never could stand my interest in guns. I could never live with a woman who wouldn't support my love of the shooting sports. She almost divorced Jim when he started working for Wright On Target."
The range was deserted, save for the rangemaster. Lucas and Irene signed in, and readied their shotguns and earpro.
"RANGE IS HOT!" the rangemaster yelled.
"Ladies first." Lucas said.
"PULL!" Irene yelled.
The clay flew past.
BOOM!
It shattered into pieces.
"PULL!" Lucas yelled.
BOOM!
The clay barely got out of the gate before it shattered.
"Be careful, kid, let it get some air first!" the rangemaster shouted.
"PULL!" Irene yelled.
BOOM!
The clay got four feet before it exploded.
"PULL!" Lucas yelled.
BOOM!
Another hit.
"PULL!" Irene yelled.
BOOM!
The clay shattered very close to the ground.
"Almost lost that one, Irene!" Lucas laughed. "PULL!"
BOOM!
The clay didn't shatter until it hit the ground.
"What was that, Lucas?" Irene asked sarcastically.
"Shit." he chuckled, shaking his head. He loaded another three rounds into the gun.
"PULL!" Irene yelled.
BOOM!
The clay shattered at the peak of its curve.
"Beautiful shot!" the rangemaster marveled.
"PULL!" Lucas yelled.
BOOM!
The clay shattered right before it hit the ground.
"PULL!" Irene yelled.
BOOM!
The clay hit the ground and shattered. She had missed.
"Crap." she muttered, shaking her head.
"PULL!" Lucas yelled.
BOOM!
Right at the peak of the throw.
"Nice." Irene said. "PULL!"
BOOM!
The shot nicked it, and it split in half.
"Damn, I shouldn't give you the point. But I will." the rangemaster said.
"PULL!" Lucas yelled, dropping a round into the chamber.
BOOM!
The pigeon exploded.
"Nice one!" the rangemaster shouted.
"PULL!" Irene yelled.
BOOM!
The clay shattered.
"Nice." Lucas said, loading his shotgun full again. "PULL!"
"PULL!" Irene yelled.
BOOM!
The clay hit the ground and shattered. She had missed again.
"Dammit." she muttered.
"PULL!" Lucas yelled.
BOOM!
The clay shattered.
"PULL!" Irene shouted.
BOOM!
The pigeon exploded.
"PULL!" Lucas shouted.
BOOM!
He missed.
"Shit." he said, shaking his head.
"PULL!" Irene yelled.
BOOM!
The clay exploded.
"Nice!" Lucas shouted, topping off his load. "PULL!"
The pigeon broke in half before it left the gate. One skimmed above the ground, the other went high.
BOOM! BOOM!
Lucas hit both halves.
"Holy crap, Lucas! Nice!" Irene said,
"Great shooting, kid!" the rangemaster roared.
Lucas lowered the shotgun, awestruck at his own achievement.
"Holy shit. I didn't even know I could do that." he muttered.
"Looks like you outshot me, Lucas. Revel in it, because it's not going to happen again." Irene said, patting Lucas on the back, and putting the 1100 in its case.
Lucas grinned while he put his AL391 away.
"So when are you free next?"
"Ah, tomorrow at 9. You can pick me up at my house, I'll need to get ready."
"Make sure your perfume is Hoppes #9. That's the sexiest smell a woman can have."
Irene laughed.
"It's just a drink, Lucas. I'm not going to wear a slinky dress for you or anything."
"Aw, that's a damn shame." he said, smirking.