"A snowball fight, huh? Well, prepare yourself, they don' call me 'Deadeye MacGuire' for notin'!"

Sean had his usual cocky grin smeared across his face when you challenged him to something. It was something you found cute.

Sean leaned over and shoveled snow into his gloved hands. Straightening back up, he looks you over and packs the snow into a ball. His green eyes were shining in mirth.

"What ya say, my dear? Up for a challenge or are you scared cause you know yer gonna lose miserably?"