Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?

"You might want to do your buttons up again," Rupert said, amused.

"Why?" Sienna asked, looking up but still bending over.

"Your breasts look like they're about to fall out."

"Good for them. They're obviously dying to meet you," Sienna shrugged, clipping something before standing up.

Rupert laughed, and mvoed to the next target.

Sienna went to the target on the other side of Rupert.

Rupert shot, managing a perfect bullseye. Yes.

Sienna wanted to start conversation but was overcome with bashfulness as she fired.

Rupert never knew what to talk about.

Sienna giggled suddenly.

Rupert had to put down his gun to make sure he didn;t accidentally fire at something becaus ehe staretd to laugh too.

Sienna had a cute laugh.

Rupert's was deep and alluring.

Sienna looked sideways to him and smiled softly. He was handsome. She blushed.

Rupert smiled back.

Sienna blushed deeper, having been caught looking but she couldn't help smiling more.

Rupert moved over, firing at another target. Just off the centre.

Sienna bit down on her lower lip. Should she make a move? Shouldn't she?

Rupert put down the gun, his arm starting to ache.

"Rupert?" Sienna asked, formulating a plan.

"Yeah?" he said, turnign to face her.

"You see that high target up there?" Sienna asked, gesturing. "Can you show me how I'd go about doing it?"

If he had any sense he'd take the hands-on(-Sienna) approach.

"You're a better shot than I am, you probably don't need help," Rupert said, but put his hands on her waist and steered her into the best place possible to hit it from.

"Okay..." Sienna leant back into him slightly. "And the angle of my gun?"

Rupert leant over and angled her gun upwards.

"Support it with your whole arm."