SR1! Just something light and fun once the Rollerz missions have wrapped up.

"Okay, so it goes like this," Johnny said, lining up a set of shots on the table behind them. "We've got a place full of useless shit. Pots, vases, statues, pianos. We don't need it, Price sure as hell doesn't need it, so we're giving it a proper send off. So, here's the plan. You take a shot, then signal to this motherfucker," he pointed towards Luis, "and he'll pick something special out for you. Fine china, even. He'll throw it, and your job is to knock it out of the fucking sky before it touches the ground."

"What happens after that?" V asked, checking the pile of junk accumulating next to them.

"Rinse and repeat. The pile's not getting any smaller."

"You really want to get me smashed, don't you?"

Gat's grin both challenged her and teased her. "I want to see if you can handle yourself. Can you?"

Her eyes narrowed. She didn't even check to see what the shot was before downing it, and it burned her throat. "It's on," she coughed. "Luis, go for it!"

He picked out a decently sized vase, and V held her gun as steady as possible. It flew, and she shot it solidly in its center of mass. The Saints on the edges of the room cheered, and she stood tall.

Gat shrugged. "Beginner's luck. Can't hit that, can't hit shit."

He downed his shot without flinching and raised his chin. Luis caught the sign and threw up the next target, some gold-trimmed disaster. It exploded, and V knew this was going to be a mistake. A mistake that would be fun as hell, but a mistake regardless.

Everything started to blend into a blissful routine of shot, shoot, shot, shoot, after that and the game became ten times more amusing due to it. She began to even cheer him on and maybe it was a trick of the mind, but he did give his shots a bit more of a flourish with an audience. The wink he gave before destroying the porcelain bust of Sharpe was purely silly, however, and she gave him a slow clap in response.

Still, she was able to keep up, and there was something pretty satisfying about that.

"Not bad. Let's change this up a bit." Johnny walked over to the wall and grabbed the spear anchored to it, giving it a good pull.

It creaked, then popped off, and V held a hand to her mouth. "Are you serious?"

He held it high, testing its balance. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Her good judgment should've kicked in at that moment. It didn't. "Careful. If you actually hit something I might be impressed."

"Can't have that now, can we?"

He cracked his neck and held the spear up in a mock stance used in most movies. V laughed, and gestured towards Luis to pick something out. He scratched his chin and then made a suggestion. "Hey, why don't you aim for one of those paintings?"

Johnny gave it some thought. "I think you might be onto something."

They picked out one across the room, and Johnny swayed a bit as he put down two shots instead of the required one. "Double or nothing," he stated, grinning back at her.

His balance wasn't up to his usual standard as he pulled the spear back, and the minute it left his hand he stumbled off to the side, nearly crashing into her. "Whoa there, man. Thought you could handle this shit better than that."

Both of her hands rested on his back to keep him from pinning her against the table, and he chuckled. "Just taking a moment. You ain't looking so hot yourself."

"Oh?" She thought about pushing him forward, but didn't muster up the force. "I'm shooting like a champ. You're the one failing at hitting basic targets."

The spear was wedged into the wall just to the right of Sharpe's face. "I hit the wall, didn't I?"

"I think you need to try again," V said, leaning up on her toes to speak over his shoulder.

A few other Saints handed him the spear this time, eager to see him take another crack at it, and he put down another couple of shots. The bottle went her way after that, and she didn't even measure the amount that went down. The game's parameters didn't mean shit now. She just wanted to see if he could make it.

The same pose was made and the spear went even wilder. A few people yelled as she tried to keep him up, but he'd apparently given up on standing around the same time her knees had given up on holding her. So when she landed on her ass, she had the benefit of Johnny's weight on her and it smarted.

She swore as she tried to sit back up, and Johnny whooped. "Did I get it?"

Luis raised an eyebrow. "Got something."

"You're like a motherfucking brick," she groaned, trying to push him up again, but he didn't want to budge. If anything he almost leaned back more, and she wanted a damn forklift. "Hey, I'm talking to you."

"Eh, bite me. Not like you were able to hit shit."

She rolled her eyes, but shook her head to try and get rid of the weird floating sensation hanging onto her. If anything it hit her harder after that, and she let herself lie down on the carpet. "Why did I do this again?"

"Wanted to beat me at something," he mumbled.

"Oh. I would pick something this stupid."