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[balaton]

June 8 195x

.:456 Stone st :.

[After such a drastic event, the house at this address is immaculately clean, for a change. There is none of the usual rubble that normally befalls it, and even the stairs are intact for once. In fact, flowers line the living room on every stable surface. The largest vase is in the kitchen, though, where Hungary is doing the last touches to the icing on her cake. Ella Fitzgerald play on the phonograph.

It's someone's wedding anniversary. If you're nearby and can smell the flowers or the food, come pay a visit for free cake.]


.: Make-out Point:.

[Hungary is wasting what precious ammunition she has shooting targets, over and over again until nothing remains of them but tufts. The trees are next.]

Comments

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

I have cake at home. [She says with ample seriousness]

[hideandhero.livejournal.com]

And what happens when I lose?

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

Buy me a drink.

[hideandhero.livejournal.com]

That can be arranged too. Now, let's see here.

[popping a magazine into his pistol]

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[Watching intently, mostly to memorize the mechanism]

[hideandhero.livejournal.com]

[He pulls back on the action and then he holds his left arm out in front of him like a bar. Then he sets the wrist of his pistol holding hand on that arm to steady himself and takes aim. For a guy who can peg a running orc's head who's almost out of sight, that branch goes down easy in one trigger pull.]

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

That... Was a lucky shot.

[hideandhero.livejournal.com]

Really?

[He shoots a smiley face into the tree with the rest of his bullets.]

I think I just pulled the wool over your eyes.

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

And I think you just got lucky. You need a real target.

[hideandhero.livejournal.com]

Either way, I think I'll take the cake and the drink date.