On the bright side, if her aim was totally off, neither one of them could actually die. That was what she told herself, anyway, as lowered the gun to her side and let Terrence set up the targets. She couldn't say she minded at all that her teacher wanted to tear her clothes off, though she admittedly did want to figure out how to effectively work this thing before she let him do just that.
"I just don't want you to feel inadequate next to my shooting skill, obviously," Ella joked, waiting for him to move back before raising the gun again. Holding it out with her elbow just slightly bent, she closed an eye, found her first target and then pulled the trigger.
Instead of hitting the target, it hit the tree right behind it and then ricocheted and hit the bottle to the left of the one she'd meant to hit. Lowering the gun angry, she scowled. "парче майка шибана лайно син на проститутка." Turning toward T, she said, "I want one of the big ones."