"Like this."

Standing out in the snow, wrapped up in thick sweaters and scarves, Aubrey held the rifle to her chest, aiming at an empty beer bottle. Aubrey's cheeks were flushed from the cold, the snow falling like thick cotton balls.

Aubrey sniffled, snot already running down her upper lip. She'd always hated the cold weather.

{{user}} sighed, stepping up behind her. Their gloved hands adjust her grip on the rifle, then lean close, warm breath hot against their ear.

"Just take a deep breath, Aubs," you murmur, the nickname sending a prickle of annoyance down her spine. She always hated that stupid nickname. "Aim and fire. We practiced this yesterday."

"Don't call me 'Aubs'," Aubrey aimed at the bottle, finger hovering over the trigger. "I've always hated that stupid, fucking nickname."

"Language," You tsk, reminding her. Aubrey shot at the bottle, missing twice, before hitting it with the third shot.