Shotgun

Andre and Matt stood in adjacent stalls at the firing range, which they had rented out for a couple hours for themselves. Andre had brought his break shotgun, which popped open from the back and shot out the empty shells into his chest to be replaced by fresh ones, while Matt had a pump action, allowing him to load in new shells from the side. There really was no advantage to one or the other, though the pump had considerably less recoil - Andre just liked what he liked, and Matt liked what he liked. The skeet launcher was set to throw two clay pigeons at a time, with a maximum load of twenty pigeons, allowing the duo ten rounds before having to step back and reload the launcher. They set up the pigeons in a specific order, so that each launch would have an orange and a green. Andre aimed orange, and Matt green.

Setting up the launcher took a few minutes of careful placement, and so the two would talk as they took turns loading it up.

"How's that Liz chick?" Andre asked as Matt took his turn loading up.

Matt chuckled. "She's pretty out there, man," he commented. "I haven't told her yet about Skeet Sundays. She just knows I'm out with you. I have a feeling she won't approve."

"The hell are you dating her for then?"

"I dunno, man. I mean, she's hot. And she has her moments. She just has some weird thing against guns."

"I don't know if you've noticed, man, but we spend a good deal of time around guns. Pretty comfortable with them. You'd probably get pretty fucking mad if she took your shotgun, eh?" Matt couldn't argue that. "She finds out, she wants to take it away? What are you gonna do then? Gonna be a good little boy and sit down while she takes your toys from you?"

"You know I ain't gonna just sit back and let that happen, man. Besides, like you're one to talk about girls. When was the last time you went on a date?"

Andre chuckled. "You don't know, man. You never ask."

Matt looked up at Andre, one eyebrow raised skeptically. "You saying you got a girl you haven't told me about?"

"Beat me next round, maybe I'll tell you."

Matt laughed at that. "Alright, bro. You're on now. But I call the shots."

Andre laughed back. "If you think that'll help your chances, then please. Show me you're a big boy and don't need no woman to tell you what to do."