Who: Ginny and Khamul When: Backdated to last week Where: Various places What: Khamul promised to teach Ginny to shoot Warnings/Ratings: PG at most
Khamul swung by Ginny’s. He had guns to show her. And probably some other things, though what those were he wasn’t inclined to reveal until he was ready. She would just have to wait and see. He wondered if she’d pick it up quickly.
Guns weren't something she had ever considered, probably because her brothers had never gotten into hunting, but Ginny wasn't opposed to them. Guns weren't the issue, the people using them were.
"So what exactly did I sign myself up for," she asked him slightly curious.
"Guns and shit." Khamul replied, leading her back to his motorcycle. He handed her a helmet. "There's a range we can use. Have everything from pistols to fully automatic. Get a feel for them, see if there's anything you like."
Brushing her hair off her shoulder, Ginny slipped the helmet on knowing her mum would kill her if she knew she was riding on a motocycle. "It should be entertaining at least."
He grinned back at her, then slid the visor in place and gunned the engine of the Harley. If her mum saw, who cared? As soon as Ginny was situated, he took off, the big bike rumbling down the street at a quick clip.
He wished the tabloids good luck in trying to follow him! He took a twisting, turning route, eventually reaching a run down neighborhood that looked like something out of Cops. At the end of the block was a large gun store. He parked in front of it.
"Come here often?" Ginny asked as she glanced around at her surroundings. It wasn't like she felt uncomfortable, but it wasn't a place she normally frequented.
"And you do know I have no knowledge of any of this." It was all the same to her as she knew not a single thing about weapons.
"Sometimes." He held out his hand for her, offering a bit of politeness to the television star. "It's easy. Point and pull the trigger. I'm sure you're a natural."
Ginny took the offered hand without a thought. "Okay simple in theory but harder in practice." She has seen some of the sharp shooters on TV and such.
"Shall we bet on how well I do?"
Khamul grinned at her. "I can think of some evil wagers." Okay, it was more of a leer.
“I am sure you can,” Ginny said with a soft but easy laugh, her dark eyes dancing. It wasn’t something she would put past him. “Pick your poison,” and her’s in a sense.
"Get ten shots into the target and you get a kiss," Khamul wagered, smirking. He wasn't even sure she'd land even 5 in bounds. "Get a headshot and get whatever you want.
It sounded fair enough. How hard could it be? Ginny didn’t think it would be that bad. “I say you got yourself a deal then.” Honestly she would settle for getting two to hit the target. Logically she should get at least one by pure luck. “I might surprise you.” She told him with a wink.
"Technically I just gave you incentive to miss." Khamul replied. He grinned and lead her inside. He waved at the man behind the counter, and slapped some cash down. "Two assault rifles, tactical pistols, and that new sniper rifle. I'm going to show her a good time."
“You assume I want to miss,” Ginny teased lightly as she followed Khamul, noting his actions. “A lot of it will have to do with how well my teacher is.” Though something told Ginny that he would be a very good teacher.
"A gentleman never fucking assumes," Khamul replied, grinning wider. He led her back to the range, while the store owner brought out the weapons and ammunition.
"Do you want to try the machine guns first, or start with the pistols?" Khamul picked up a pistol, checking the chamber and then loading the clip with practiced ease.
“A gentleman would never use that language either,” Ginny said simply. It wasn’t like she minded. She was just making a point.
Ginny looked at him as she cocked her head to the side. He was playing with her. “I think we should start with the pistols. Safer that way.” And likely less to make a fool of herself.
Khamul flicked the safety on, then showed her how to flick it on and off. He handed her some ear plugs, then sent the target out.
"Simple point and click interface." He joked.
Ginny gave him a look but stuck the ear plugs into her ears anyway. It looked easy enough but a lot of things looked easy and were harder in reality. She was about to find out but she liked the idea of shooting a gun.
“Then why don’t you show me how easy it is.”
Laughing, Khamul picked up and loaded the other pistol. He decided to not tell her about the recoil. The kick was always a gun noobs cherry popper.
He sent out his own target, aimed, and opened fire. He put three bullets in a loose circle around the chest.
“Show-off.” Ginny said with a shake of her head as she watched the bullets sink into a circle around the intended target. “My turn now.”
Khamul stepped aside, waving a hand as if to say 'after you.' He leaned against the wall to watch, and study her form to correct it after she fired.
“You are just going to stand there?” Ginny looked at him a bit incredulous as she reached for the weapon. It was heavier than she thought it would be and in her hands it was unsteady and dangerous. “I have no idea what I’m doing other than pointing and pulling the trigger.”
With a shake of her head she shifted her body and stared at the target a moment before rising the gun up and pointed it. How close she came to the target, Ginny wasn’t sure, as it took all she could do to not fall over because of the kickback.
Khamul laughed, and came closer. "Let me show you a better stance, so you don't get knocked on your pretty ass."
So he did, and also adjusted her grip on the gun to be better. He seemed serious about it, despite any flirting.
“You did that purposely,” Ginny said giving him a pretend glare. Any pointers would be appreciated as that had not been fun. “I am glad to see you’re seriously about helping me now that I’ve made a fool of myself.” That being said and done she did let him help her.
"I'd do the same to anyone firing a gun for the first time," he replied, winking. He stepped back, having been very, very close to her during the whole 'training' session.
"Go ahead."
“Well that makes me feel a little better. How bad did I miss the first time?” Ginny wasn’t even sure she wanted to know for sure. It was probably really far off. Though she felt better that this time she was semi-close to the target.
"I think you hit the paper with one bullet. On the edge." Khamul pulled the target closer. Ginny had managed to get five bullets into the target's body. One in the stomach, two in the shoulder, and two grazing each side.
Okay so it wasn’t brilliant but it wasn’t terrible either. The kickback wasn’t even too bad when you knew to expect it and stood in a position that was a little more favorable to absorb some of the shock. “What you mean is it wasn’t terrible but not great either,” she said with a satisfied grin.
"You'd stop an attacker and that's all that really counts." He tapped each of the shots. "Cops are trained to shoot twice, because one shot doesn't always stop someone charging at them. Two brings down most people. One in the stomach and two in the shoulder would buy you time to get away."
In his other line of work, it paid to know how most cops were trained.
Ginny gave him a look not of disbelief of what he was telling her but that he knew it. “I’ll take your word on it. Just as I hope never to have to find out if it is true or not.” Then again with her job you never really did quite know. She had heard from other actors some pretty fantastic, but true, stories.
"I'm armed when I guard you." He said, putting down the pistol and picking up the assault weapon. It was a version of an AK-47, stripped down for civilian use. He showed her out to load it.
"This one, you just need to point in the right direction and squeeze the trigger. It's not a fully automatic, those are illegal, but you can still get bursts of three to five bullets a go."
He lifted it to his shoulder and fired, pumping the trigger so that it pretty much seemed like it was fully automatic.
“I hope you are,” there were enough crazies in her line of work to warrant it. Ginny wasn’t sure her mum would approve but then again they kept Molly in the dark sometimes. It was better that way. A lot better.
“That’s good enough for me,” she said as she watched him fire the newest weapon.
Khamul would probably get shot BY Molly if she ever met him. So it was best to keep her in the dark.
Khamul lowered the AK, popping out the clip and putting in another one. "Here, give it a shot."
Ginny shrugged and brushed a strand of red out from in front of her eyes. She should have worn her hair up but it was no matter now. She took the gun from him and shifted it in her hands until it felt about as right as she suppose it could. Then she took a shot. It was a little better than last time.
“See, I’m getting better already.”
"Hot." Khamul commented, grinning. "You should do a photoshoot with weapons. That would probably sell a ton of magazines."
He pulled the target over. Ginny had managed to spray a dozen shots all over the body.
"Messy. But effective."
It was a thought but Ginny thought it wouldn’t exactly be Disney star approved. “Now you convince my manager of that and I’ll be sure to send you an advance copy of that,” she promised knowing that it would likely never happen. Even if they had let her do a shoot for what was technically considered lingerie.
“Long as it gets the job done and the bad guy is just as dead I don’t think it matters how.”
"Deal." Convince? Try bribe. "Unless you just want to do a private shoot."
Khamul grinned at her, then picked up the sniper rifle. "Want to try this one out?"
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Ginny asked him with a grin already knowing the answer to that. “I am not sure you could afford the price of a private shoot any how.” Again, another joke.
“Yeah, I think I do.”
"I've got a camera, and an apartment, we don't need anything fancy," Khamul replied. Winking, he set up the sniper rifle. "Just put this part against your shoulder and line it up with the target. The kick is going to knock you on your ass like nothing you ever experienced before."
“Perfect, you can laugh at me when I’m on the floor.” Ginny said with a laugh but took the weapon anyway. No one was going to say she was too afraid to at least try. When she did end up practically on the floor she at least found it funny; laughing at herself wasn’t hard for her.
Khamul had to hold himself up on the platform, from laughing too hard. She looked comical as she practically ended up on her ass. "Okay that was a bigger kick than I was expecting, Ginny."
He didn't sound sorry though.
She glared at him from behind a tangle of red locks. “Sorry my arse.” As long as she had been in the States it was just hard to lose the accent completely and the more colorful vocab of her home country. “You just like laughing at me. Tell me why I shouldn’t hit you with this gun or whatever it is.”
"Because that gun costs more than your last shoot paid you," he retorted, holding out a hand to help steady her. He thought she looked exceptionally attractive with the tangle of hair in her face and the glare.
“I’ll find the money. How’s that?” Ginny said with a softer glare than before. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this though.” She was too kind of.
Khamul flashed another grin, then brushed some of the hair out of her face. "It would be a waste of a good gun. Hit me with the AK, they're built for punishment."
She let her gaze linger first on his hand as it brushed the strand from her eyes and then a moment on his features. “I don’t care what I hit you with as long as I can hit you, how’s that?” Not that she would actually hit him. “Pay back for the bruise I am going to have from your stupid guns.”
Turning, he offered her a bicep. His voice was challenging. "Go ahead and hit me, girly. I can take anything you can dish out."
“You might eat those words,” Ginny said with a grin. “You forget I had six brothers I know how to hit with a bit of force.” It hadn’t always been by choice either. Being the only girl, most of the time Ginny had been treated as just one of the boys.
"I wouldn't want you to hold back anyway." Khamul patted his arm again. "Go on. Prove you're more than talk."
What could he say, he liked violent women?
“I can’t actually hit you!” She said as she realized what he was telling her. “I’m not mean!” It was something she probably only do if she was angry.
"Wuss." Khamul said, lowering his arm. "I thought you had some fire in you." He was mostly teasing her. The gunstore owner came in to collect the weapons and Khamul held out his hand. "Hungry?"
Ginny glared at him but let it drop. With her big family you had to learn to let things drop or you would never make it. Maybe she should have hit him but it wasn’t who she was, unless you was angry. She thought all them had the Weasley temper, expect maybe Bill.
“Always.” She told him as she took the offered hand.
Khamul took her hand and led her out of the gunshop and back to the bike. He thought he caught a glimpse of someone with a camera, but ignored it. Who the fuck cared, right? "What do you want to eat?"
Ginny stopped caring about the cameras a long time ago. It came with the job and if she worried about it all the time it would be enough to drive her mental. It was all amusing to her.
"Something greasy and fattening." Something her manager would yell at her for eating.
Khamul mounted the bike, and pulled on his helmet. "Sounds good, I know just the place. It'll make your insides puke."
Ginny slipped the helmet back on her head. "Sounds perfect then." Sometimes you just wanted something bad for you.
Grinning, Khamul gunned the bike and took them out of the parking lot. He nearly ran over a man with a camera, flipping him off as he swept past. Then they were on the street and cruising towards a slightly better part of town. There was a taco stand that served the genuine thing, and that’s where he was headed.
Ginny could see it now, the headline that deemed they were apathetic or something because they tried to run over some guy in the parking lot. It made her smirk. It would surely leave out that most members of the paparazzi deserved whatever it was they got.
“Tacos huh?” For some reason Khamul wasn’t someone she would have pictured being into tacos.
"You wanted greasy and fattening, and it was the first thing that came to mind," he replied. "Wasn't feeling a burger." He hopped off the harley and held out his hand for her, almost gentlemanly like.
“That would be too predictable,” Ginny pointed out. Tacos were fine with here as long as it was greasy. “How about I buy this time?” She couldn’t let him pay for everything.
“Deal.” Khamul helped her off the bike. She was entirely too much fun to be around, and he wondered what that meant.
Ginny grinned at him. “At least I know you won’t be breaking my wallet because I doubt anything at this place is very expensive.” The only ones that really broke her wallet feeding were her brothers. They all ate much more than was humanly possible.
"Never saw the point in paying out the ass for food," Khamul said. He offered her his arm. To walk to a taco stand. The juxtaposition amused him. "Food is food and as long as it won't make you sick then what's the point in paying a hundreds bucks when you can get more for one fourth that."
He had a point there and Ginny wasn’t unfamiliar with it. Coming from a large family that didn’t have the most money their mum had been doing that for years. “Believe me I agree completely. A lot of it is being creative with your food.” Ginny took the offered arm and almost asked him about his family but she wasn’t sure that was fair territory.
"I once lived for three weeks in Russia on about three candy bars and whatever I could find outside of restaurants. This was after I had to flee Hong Hong." Khamul patted a hand over her arm, and walked her to the taco stand.
That was mildly impressive. Not that he had to do it, that was a bit unfortunate, but that he had. There were a lot of people out there in Ginny’s mind that wouldn’t have been able to do that. People were lazy and uncreative some of them.
“Did you like Russia?” Travel was always something she wanted to do and she was a little jealous her brother got to do so much of it.
"It was okay." Khamul shrugged. "I got to see the seedy underside of it. Europe too. Slums are slums anywhere, it's just a matter of degree of how poor."
“Didn’t you have any one favorite place?” It was a fair question she thought. “Though some days I would like to go back home.” She had hated being picked on in school for her accent and she still got the look sometimes when she was out shopping.
"There was a neighborhood back in Hong Kong. Mostly good memories there. One really bad one." He shrugged his shoulder. "I couldn't go back even if I wanted to. I burned some serious bridges when I left."
As for her accent, he thought it was charming.
"Isn't that true for most places we leave?" Ginny found most people left for a reason, a real reason. There were only a few true "gypsy souls" she had found. "I doubt anyone in my family would ever move back to England."
"Rains too much there. That's why I couldn't stay in Seattle, I like seeing the sun too much." He flashed her a grin, and ordered the taco he wanted.