The Gun Vending Machine Outside The Perk | Sunday Afternoon

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Buying the gun was, really and truly, an honest mistake.

Well, maybe not a mistake in the sense that April genuinely regretted it, or felt bad that it had happened. She was actually pretty ambivalent about it. But she had definitely learned a valuable lesson about texting and walking at the same time (living on an island without cars had really made her quite cocky in that regard), and more importantly, about texting and making purchases. Because when you didn't look up or pay attention as you keyed your request into a new but much-appreciated vending machine, sometimes instead of getting a random snack, you got a weapon instead.

April crouched down to pick up whatever had fallen out of the dispenser slot and, well, it wasn't chips. It wasn't even chewing gum.

"What the hell?" she muttered, holding the gun in both hands and only now noticing the word "GUNS" in giant print across the front of the machine. "This isn't a lunch."

Unless she brought it into the preserve and really got pretty good with it, no, it wasn't.

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"Whatever you say, Mr. Mayor," April said, though she didn't necessarily disagree.

She toed the dirt ground with her shoe, looking throughly underwhelmed by her surroundings. "So, what, I just find a rabbit and shoot at it?"

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"First, you have to assume the basic stance," Ron lectured. "Or you'll wrench your arm out. Stand like this--" He demonstrated, "Arms steady."

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April mimicked Ron's posture, though she was maybe a little more rigid than was strictly ideal. "Like that?"

...Sort of.

"Is it one hand on the gun or two?"

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"Two," Ron instructed. "Now point it at that tree."

Feh, flora.

"Squeeze the trigger very gently."

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April shot at the tree. She was aiming for her own eyeline, but wound up hitting a slightly higher branch, about half a foot out from the trunk.

"Meant to do that."

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"No, you did not," Ron said, crossing his arms.

His mustache looked very stern. "Again."

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She fired again.

She hit the trunk this time, much closer to where she'd been aiming. Rather than gloat or seem proud of herself, April just eyed the gun and remarked, "This is kind of loud."