Shootin’ Shit
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“GG dude. You’ve done good.” He said watching Michael begin to load the weapons. Gun’s were one thing that always made Ray excited, shooting things was to him what shopping was to Gavin. To think that three years ago when he was still just a no one that he’d be where he is now is weird. The crew literally was his life and to think what he’d be without them. Well, dead. That was probably the answer.
“Of course Gavin told you.” He said with a huff. “That’s actually why I’m here. I’m using it as a tension relief, sitting at home was making me fucking nervous.”
Michael grinned at Ray over the pile of guns. He shrugged his shoulders. He had other guns, of course, pistol strapped under the seat of the bifta, and a few more in the little trunk. Emergencies and all. But the Wild Card enjoyed the fact that he was loading weapons for fun, not to kill someone at the moment.
“This is not how I relieve tension, but hey.. once this date is out of the way maybe you can try a few of my tricks with your boyfriend.” Michael said the last bit sing-songish. He wanted to tease Ray just a little. Gavin hadn’t told him right off the bat. He’d tried to make him guess. But then got fed up with Michael not guessing correctly, as he would normally do, and spit it out.
Of course, at first Michael had giggled. But now he was just.
“Don’t let Gavin get you too worked up about it. It’s just a date. People go on them all the time. Mind you, the person you’re going with makes people disappear..” Michael reached out and patted Ray’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it. This is the last thing I’m saying about it: It’s just dinner, or lunch, or whatever. With someone you’ve eaten with several times. Just be yourself.” Michael dropped his hands back to his guns and finished loading them.
“Now, lets shoot the fuck outta something.”
