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[targetedbranding]

Gross. Well, they can't keep you all night.

And if they try to, I can put on a dress and crash.

[blackstarred]

As much as I would pay to see the look on Moira's face if you did, I wouldn't subject you to these people.

[Friendship. Solidarity. All that jazz.]

They've got opinions about my dad that I kind of want to punch them in the face for.

[targetedbranding]

Ah. Those kinds of opinion.

Not a fan.

Just let me know when you're on your way over. I'll set up some targets, order some pizza.

[blackstarred]

Will do.

[And in just under an hour later, she'll a brief omw text. Not long after that, Mia will roll up to the designated location, gear over one arm.]

[targetedbranding]

[A moment later a rope falls over the side of the building, hitting the pavement a few yards away from Mia.]

Come on up.

[blackstarred]

[She scrambles up easily, hauling herself over the top of the roof, and raising her fist in the air once she arrives.]

I made it through the whole night without punching anyone. I should get an award.

[targetedbranding]

Will you take a Heineken instead? Closest I've got.

[That's like an award right?]

[blackstarred]

I'll take it.

[It is, indeed, close enough.]

How's your evening been going?

[targetedbranding]

[Kate thought Mia would say that—catch.]

Not as boring as yours. Or not as exciting? I'm a little unclear which side things ended up on.

[blackstarred]

[She catches the beer easily, holding it away from her so the carbonation doesn't spill all over her.]

It was pretty boring. Punching some of them might have made things a little more exciting.

[targetedbranding]

Guess it's too late for that now.

[Kate clears her throat, pausing a beat, then adds.]

At least I wasn't planning to give you any reasons to punch me.

[blackstarred]

I would really rather not punch you, so that all works out.

[She takes another sip of her beer, before moving to the targets.]

But I do want to shoot some arrows.

[targetedbranding]

That's why we're here. Do you want to go first, or should I?

[Kate flashes a smile as she nods to the target on the far right.]

See how we match up?

[blackstarred]

Works for me. Want to flip for it?

[Sometimes random choosing is better than insisting you should go first.]

[targetedbranding]

Sure!

[Kate pats her pockets, looking for a quarter.]

I got heads. Then we can go shot for shot. First arrows, then maybe tequila.

[blackstarred]

That sounds like a fantastic way to spend an evening.

[She too starts to pat down her pockets before finding a coin and tossing it to her.]

Here, this should work.