[ Nora's demeanour goes from friendly to focused in the blink of an eye. She doesn't miss any of the cans, but a couple of her shots hit them in places that don't do much to knock them over, which she's visibly annoyed about. All in all, though, she does pretty well. ]
[ She doesn't hesitate, not allowing herself the time to talk herself out of it. She hasn't been on a date with anyone since her husband died, and she can't let herself think about that aspect of it, not when she genuinely does like Sam. ]
There're a few bars at this point, but I assume you mean the one on the fifth floor. [ The one where he works, where he'd know the location of all the good stuff. ] Sounds good. Thanks for, uh - humoring me.
The mansion changes so much, I lose track of what watering holes we have. [ She chuckles a little. ] But sure, I'll meet you there. And no problem, it was fun hanging out with you.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
text;
Question. How good a shot would you say you are on a scale of one to ten?
text;
text;
text;
text;
Maybe I should give it a try anyway even though I'm probably going to lose.
If you're game.
text;
text;
text;
text;
text;
action??
I'll warn you, I'm not going easy. [ He informs her lightly, grinning. ]
no subject
no subject
[ He gestures vaguely to the cans. ]
Any rules I should know about before we start this thing?
no subject
[ She liked to keep things straightforward wherever possible. ]
Ready?
no subject
[ He adjusts the rifle, lining it up, and then glancing to her, before: ] Set... go!
[ AND THEY'RE OFF. The cans make a dull, metal sound as the bullets hit them, flying off of their perches with each impact. ]
no subject
no subject
Wow. Uh... well, can't say I didn't see that coming. [ He chuckles weakly, rubbing at the back of his neck. ] I guess I owe you one?
no subject
You did pretty well yourself. We should definitely have a rematch sometime. For now, though, I'll take that drink.
no subject
[ He grins, though, shifting his weight. ]
Alright, you win. Just name the time and place, and they're on me.
[ They're free, but, you know. Whatever. ]
voice;
Hey, Nora. Got a minute?
voice;
no subject
The bar would always be a good bet. Not sure there's really anywhere else specifically for drinking.
voice;
voice;
voice;
[ aHEM ]
... This - sounds ridiculous, and it's probably not... even a thing that people do, but, uh... would you want to go to the party? Together?
voice;
Like, on a date?
voice;
Yeah, sure, if you want to call it that. [ ... ] So...?
voice;
[ She doesn't hesitate, not allowing herself the time to talk herself out of it. She hasn't been on a date with anyone since her husband died, and she can't let herself think about that aspect of it, not when she genuinely does like Sam. ]
voice;
[ As it were. ]
voice;
no subject
[ Though she'd outshot him. Damn. ]
voice;
[ That went well!! ]
no subject
no subject
[ Sam flashes her another smile before gathering up his things and heading back into the mansion. ]
mystery giftery!
The attached note says: Merry Christmas from your secret Santa! ]