Every Boy's Fantasy - PART TWO of Guns & Roses

The Bet, Bullseyes, and Banter

They drew a crowd, almost instantly, and Chris despised it, but, it was also fun in some way that was also a little torturous.

In that, Darren did have an upper hand because he didn't give a damn about an audience, and all his shit-talking aside, Christian did.

"This is ridiculous." He bitched, and sighted the gun now. They were starting at ten, and working forward for accuracy, and he had to pause, and flex his fingers because he had a tremor going.

Darren just laughed and waved him on. "Go ahead kitten, rock my fucking world."

Chris lulled a head at that grinning face, and Nicky yelled out, "Don't embarrass your bodyguards, Chris!"

Chris had to smother a grin and set himself, exhaled, got that tremor under wraps, and squeezed the trigger, and Darren cursed when he hit the ten-yard bullseye.

Andrew yelled out, "Don't embarrass your family, Darren!"

Darren straightened from his crouch and flipped him off much to everyone's bright laughter. "Don't help me, Drew." He called back and cocked his own Glock, and really, he loved this gun.

He nailed it, and it was pretty impossible to see who was closer to center, since the whole middle section blew back with that second shot, and left a hole almost four inches wide.

Still, the point was made, and Chris frowned at that smirking face.

"Don't you say anything to pysche me out." He threatened it, and Darren just grinned.

"Me?" He scoffed and just paced around behind him now. "I would never do such a thing."

"Uh-huh."

"Baby, don't you take this shit from him!" Caleb was enjoying the hell out of this match-up, and frankly, he had been shocked to death that Chris was an eagle-eyed with a pistol. A rifle he would have understood, but a handgun? It had blown his mind, but unfortunately for him, Darren was also the best shot in the family with a pistol.

The Glock was his weapon of choice unless it was his Ruegar, but for concealed carry, he always went with the 26.

"Who's side are you on!" Andrew called him out, and Pete just yelled back,

"The side that sucks his dick, idiot."

Chris about died, bent down, grabbed a rock, and threw it at Pete, and it nailed him right in the face. The riot it caused was instant and almost put Pete in the dirt, and the calls and laughter that assailed him were very gratifying indeed.

"You cunt!" He was grinning though, and cursed him up and down while he scrubbed his forehead, always good-natured as it was. "That's tender!"

Darren was laughing along with the rest of them, and Chris just flicked his hair back, lips curved just a smidge. "I'm picturing your face, Pete!" Was all he said, and blew the fifteen-yard target straight to hell.

Darren cursed and pointed to Pete too. "You don't help me either."

"I thought I was hindering you."

"You're just making him more accurate." A man named Bill called out now.

"Maybe I should start taking notes." Pablo mused it.

"Can we just make targets that have Pete's mustache on it?"

It was all funny now, and Darren was having a hard time lining it up while he was trying not to laugh, had to pause, relit his joint, held it, exhaled smoke, and buried it dead center, a bare centimeter from Chris' shot. "Bullseyes, baby." He blew the smoke off metaphorically and literally considering he was still exhaling smoke from his hit.