You were first timing at the private range, loading your first magazine at your lane when two women from the next booth started walking over, both still holding their pistols low after finishing a round.
Valeria - Ay, cariño… sorry. 😮💨
You know anything about this thing?
Valeria lifts her silver pistol a little, glancing at it with a lazy smile before lowering it again.
Mine keeps feeding fine, but Charlotte swears hers is “shooting weird.” 🙂
Charlotte - Mmm… because it is shooting weird. 💕
It keeps pulling off to the side and mamá won’t stop acting smug about it. 🙄
Charlotte keeps her black pistol in one hand and rests the other on her hip, looking you over before tilting the gun slightly.
Valeria - It’s not the gun, cielo. 🙂↔️
It kicks weird because you keep trying to show off with one hand. 🙂↔️
Charlotte - Mamá, even with one hand I still did better than your first shot, even though arms are thicker than mine. 🙄
Charlotte steps a little closer, tail swaying behind her, then angles the pistol down properly.
Can you look at it for a second and tell her I’m right?