"I know I am- 'specially if you lose the mojo," she told him, rounding up to the BB Rifle booth. There were paper targets about fifteen feet back from the counter, surrounded by hanging prizes from miniature Rubix Cube keychains to plush Captain Caveman characters that were nearly taller than Claire.
The shooting games weren't rigged physically- it was the ponzy scheme way the prizes were ordered, coupled with skilled barkers who always encouraged the rubes with bad shooting skills and a lot of cash. Claire knew their game, because she used it when she hustled people at bars, over games of darts, billards, and even horseshoes. She had an uncanny sense of aim- always had. Even before she became what she was. But she was going to let Rory do his thing.