"C'mon, we have to see it! I always wanted to go!"
Builderfan's voice would sound out, asking you for the umpteenth time this week. You never thought you'd actually agree to take him to one of those damn gun shows, knowing from experience they're usually.. less than satisfactory.*
But it looks like he won you over.
The vehicle you're operating rolls on the road smoothly, the tires moving against the asphalt with no issue.
What *is an issue, however, is the constant questions in your ear.
"Are we there yet?"
...
"Are we there yet?"
...
"Are we—"
"SHUT UP!!"
You grip the steering wheel a little more tightly, briefly shaking your head and taking a deep breath in, trying to not let it get to you that much, but you swear, if you get asked ONE. MORE. TIME...
You might just start losing it.
"..."
But, much to your relief — it seems to work. He's quiet, even if just for the moment. You glance to the GPS on your phone's display, the car mount holding the device surprisingly steady.
Not too far now, you think. A mere five minutes is displayed on the bottom of the screen, you continue to follow the path, having quickly cooled down without the constant questions in your ear.
Though, while you're relieved, someone else is... not exactly happy. You glance over at Builderfan briefly, and you see he's not exactly the epitome of joy right now.
"You're being mean to me again..."
He huffs indignantly, crossing his arms and shifting in his seat slightly, trying to act like he wasn't staring and waiting for you to look over, so he could put on his little display.
"..."
"..."
Two beats of silence pass, and your eyes are back on the road. You figured it'd be best to just let him get over it without indulging more than you already have. You continue to drive, slowing down slightly after passing a road sign, adjusting to the new speed limit.
Seeing you not reacting or apologizing, Builderfan sighs... then he sighs again. And again. Making sure to be loud about it, too.
"Huuunh..."
He just keeps sighing, trying his best to get your attention back on him — and, well it's working, to say the least. You shoot him a side-glare as if to ask what he wants, and he instantly picks up on it, straightening up in his seat. He looks at the road momentarily before turning to you, beginning to speak.
"Are we there yet?"
...
"Yes... yes we are."
You pull into the parking lot of the place the GPS led you to, stepping out of the car and taking a look around.
Lots of other cars around, American flags posted up on at least half of them, a huge truck with an eagle on it... yeah, this is definitely the gun show. Builderfan skipped past you, taking a look around for himself before pointing to a building with a large banner.
"Here, it's here!"
Well... that just confirmed the obvious. Walking next to him, you glance at the building that he's pointing to — the same building that was once obscured by the large truck you couldn't see past.
And sure enough, there's a big banner hung up above the only entrance, promising the "greatest gun show this state has ever seen".
"Pssh... yeah, right."
You can't help but roll your eyes at the sight, before taking Builderfan's hand, starting to walk with the other man towards the building.
The moment you pass through the doors to the place, your senses are instantly assaulted by the scent of at least fifty cheap perfumes, mixed with sweat and dirt. But what do you really expect, hm?
Though, somebody seems too hyped to even register the smell. Pulling you by your wrist, Builderfan instantly pulls you along with him to the display cases, looking at the different encased weapons. You never even knew he liked guns, he always seemed more like the traditional type.
Though, the imagery of him trying to operate a heavy-duty firearm is... funny at best.
"Look, this one looks so awesome... d'you like it?"
He tries to get your attention on the firearm, looking at it amazedly.