Expressing the Right to Bear Arms with Dante:
“Okay, Emo Boy. So you think that you’re pretty good with a gun when it’s Call of Duty, but let’s see how you do with an actual pistol in your hand,” I challenged Dante one afternoon.
The dark-winged boy smirked. “Okay. I accept that challenge.”
The two of us flew into a nearby town shortly after this confrontation, and soon had located an indoor shooting range. I had been hoping to find an outdoor one to more accurately assess the boy’s skill, but this would have to do.
As we walked in the door, Dante slowed to check out the interior of the building. At this moment, the gallery was empty except for a large, bald man sitting behind a desk. As we began to walk towards the counter, the boy leaned over and whispered to me. “Um, the sign says that you have to be eighteen. Aren’t you only seventeen?”
Rolling my eyes, I pulled a fake I.D. from my pocket that I had had created for me a few months ago in New York, and flashed it at the brunet. According to the plastic card, I was actually twenty-one and named Bridgette Erinheimer. Good for shooting ranges, bars, and more!
Hmm.. Dante was an angel, right? Did this count as serious dishonesty in the eyes of God? Ah, well. It’s not like I was on the good side of the big guy, anyway. I shook these thoughts away as I approached the counter.
“The two of us would like to rent a lane for an hour, please. We’ll also need to rent safety equipment and firearms.” I told the man at the desk politely.
The bald man quickly looked over the two of us and pulled a few sheets of paper from his desk drawer. “Sign these, and I’ll need to see your identification,” he jerked his head in my direction, implying that I really did look my age.
I gave my sweetest smile as I sat my fake I.D. in front of the man. He examined it for a few seconds and then nodded. “Okay. You’re good.” he approved and handed the card back to me. Sucker.
Dante and I signed the waivers, and the man got up and walked into the other room, returning shortly with protective eyewear, earplugs, and noise cancelling earmuffs. The two of us chose one of each, and then the man led us into the shooting area where he allowed us to pick out our guns. I chose a Smith & Wesson CS45, Dante a Jericho 941.
Once we had received all of our necessary equipment, we put on our protective gear and removed the safeties from our guns. Dante gave me a quick thumbs up as we loaded the magazines and pulled back on the chambers of each of them. Ready to go.
I took my position in Lane 2 and readied my stance. As I faced the ringed animal target, I aligned my sights and, once satisfied, pulled the trigger. The bullet whizzed through the air and found its mark right in the center of the ring that would be considered the animal’s heart. I emptied the rest of the rounds and had soon put multiple holes through the bear figure’s head and chest. And then one in the groin area just for kicks.
I smirked at the brunet in a way that suggested me saying “beat that!” and stepped back to let the boy have his turn.
The angel took his firearm and held it towards the target. He took a deep breath in and then fired. Repeatedly. Once he had finished, I peeked around him to investigate his accuracy and whistled. The two rings had pretty much been demolished between the two of us.
We removed our earmuffs and I patted Dante on the back. “Not bad, man.”
He smiled. “So what do you have to say to that?” he asked smugly. I pretended to think carefully for a moment before answering.
“I’d say I’m up for Round Two.”
A/N: HONESTLY I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT GUNS SO I ATTEMPTED TO DO RESEARCH FOR THIS ONE AND NOW MY INTERNET HISTORY PROBABLY LOOKS REALLY SHADY AND IT DIDN'T EVEN HELP THAT MUCH D:
