|greenspace (greenspace) wrote in avengers_logs,|
@ 2020-09-10 08:27:00
|Entry tags:||-complete, darcy lewis, gamora, nebula|
Who: Gamora, Nebula, & Darcy
What: Go to the shooting range
When: A few days ago
Warnings: Some violence toward paper and a random mansplainer
“Thanks Kenny,” Gamora awkwardly accepted a fistbump from her favorite uber driver, who also happened to be the only uber driver she knew, as he dropped them off in front of Westside Rifle and Pistol Range.
“Hey, anything for my favorite Missouri girls,” he said cheerfully, thinking about the sweetass tip the boyfriend had given him on their last ride. “Tell your friend to call me,” he added, nodding at Darcy before honking his horn and driving off.
Gamora rolled her eyes, as she turned to Darcy and Nebula. “If you ever need a ride anywhere, I’d say that’s probably a freebie,” she said, heading toward the door. “I had Friday make us an appointment. There was some issue about permits, but your father’s computer fixes everything.”
She walked up to the counter to check them in, blatantly ignoring any stares from the men loitering in the lobby, and asked to see their options. “We’d like something with a little power,” she added, without a hint of irony or flirtation, as the man went in the back room to get the ‘little ladies’ some handguns.