Mia
"Hold the gun up at shoulder length, breath out, and relax. Do not tense up." Gena nodded her head and took a deep breath. "Now focus on shooting the target in the head or heart."
Jax is standing behind Jess and pretty much saying the exact same thing to her I said to Genavese. Shay is standing on the far end shooting her gun, causing Gena to tense back up.
"You need to get used to that. There will be other guns going off at times. You will also need to learn to shoot a moving target, but we'll practice that tomorrow."
G: "I uh.. Okay. I'm ready." I step back and fold my arms, watching Gena. She let's off the first shot and she shrieks a little. Both Jax and I laugh and she starts blushing.
"Sorry baby. Keep going." She nods her head again and unloads the clip. "Damn..."
I hit the button and the target moves up. She hit the mark with every shot...
"Good job baby. You're a natural." She blushes again and kisses my cheek.
Jax: "Jess, you need to relax."
Jess: "Telling me over and over to relax isn't going to make me relax idiot."
Jax: "You only hit the target 3 times with that clip."
Shay: "Jax back the fuck up. It's her first time. Jesus."
"Jax take ten and let Shay help Jess for now."
Jax: "I'm good."
"Nigga what I say? Go smoke a blunt or something. Shit." I hand Gena another clip and teach her how to reload. "Go again G. Just aim for the head this time." She nods her head and does as I say. She hit almost perfectly with all of them again.
G: "Can I try that one?" She points at the ak. I shake my head no and laugh.
"Nah baby girl, you're not ready for that one yet. That's an assault rifle, you're really not ready."
G: *whining* "Please!? I wanna try it." I groan and walk over to the table.
"Come here." She squeals and walks over. "Alright, this ones a little different. Make sure the safety's on until you're absolutely ready to shoot."
S: "You're letting her try a 47 already?" I nod my head. "You're so whipped." Gena giggles and Jess laughs and nods her head.
"Shut up bitches. Alright Gena, load the clip and make sure it locks into place. *she does it* Now pull back the operating rod to load it." She loads it and we walk back over to the target. "Okay baby, hold your left hand under the barrel and your right hand on the handle. Release the safety. Now, put the butt of the gun here." I place the gun in the right position before stepping back.
"Okay, G, be very careful with this one. Make sure you line your focus up with target." She nods her head and squeezes the trigger. I see the kickback scared her a little but she regained her focus. Once the full clip clicked she turned around smiling. The target was fully demolished so there was no point in looking at it.
She walked over and gave me a soft peck on my lips.
G: "Did I do good?"
"You did amazing."
Jess: "Jesus Gena... Who would've thought you'd have that in you."
S: "That was sexy as hell. Have you ever shot a gun before?" Gena shakes her head no and blushes.
"Jess you need to keep practicing. Like badly." Everyone laughs and Jess flips me off. "Nope, you had your chance before. Shay I'm gonna take Gena to the gym downstairs and work on self defense." Shay nods and goes to the table grabbing another clip for Jess.
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