Sharpshooters

by Ashling

Summary:

Good times of a Friday evening.

Notes:

• For Isis.

Alice would've complained about the wasted ammunition, but it was a Friday evening and Bill seemed to enjoy it, even though he couldn't take part. Bottles lined up on the rail of a far fence, an empty box apiece for chairs. Somebody's whiskey in her throat, somebody's jacket on her shoulders. 

"What's the prize?" Roy asked, watching her aim at the first bottle. She paused, and looked to Bill.

Bill revealed a slow smile to them both. "Win and see."

Quick as a blink, Roy drew and shot. "All's fair," he said.

And Bill was a man of his word.