For anon #happinessforchloe2kforever also tw: guns and also beer
“Are you sure about this? I really don’t feel like getting shot today, and I-” Chloe cut you off with a loud laugh, causing you to frown in frustration. “Don’t worry so much!” She practically yelled, taking a swig of beer, “Besides, I’m amazing at this! I know exactly what I’m doing.”
You made a small humming noise, not entirely sure. You lifted your hands up gently, trying to position the gun. “You’re doing it all wrong! Here, let me show you.” She stepped up behind you, putting her hands on your hips to steady you. You smiled a little bit at her touch, watching her lay her head on your shoulder.
“Alright, hold the gun out,” you obeyed, and she made a few corrections to you stance. “And… fire!” You pulled the trigger, listening to the satisfying sound of a bottle shattering. You smiled widely, and she clapped. “Nice! Alright, give us something to aim for!”
You looked around the junkyard, before pointing out something random. She nodded and helped you reposition yourself. This time, her mind seemed to drift to other things, and instead of grabbing your hips, her hands wandered upwards. She squeezed your breasts gently, and you lowered the gun.
“How can I be expected to handle a weapon of death when I’m getting felt up by a super cute blue-haired chick?” you laughed, and she dropped her hands immediately. You turned towards her, putting the gun down on a nearby barrel.
“You really think I’m cute?” You nodded, walking towards her slowly.
“I think you’re the cutest,” you laughed, looking at her as her cheeks became dusted with pink.
“Well I can think of better things to be doing right now then to be teaching you how to use a gun.”