That was a creepy thought, that her clothes would just change with the scenery, but if it gave her a couple of decent pairs of jeans and a tank top or two, she might actually be willing to forgive the doeskins and moccasins.
"I could handle myself, no need for a gun," Leah drawled with the tiniest curling of her lips. She held one of the darts with her thumb and forfinger, rolling it to get a feel for it, testing the weight.
"I'm betting you could too," she added, frowning in concentration as she tried to line up her throw. Wasn't there some trick to this? Something about smooth movement and when to release it?
Ah, screw it, she thought, cocked her arm, her throw too hard and graceless. The dart, contrary thing that it was, bounced off the target and fell, very anticlimacticly, to the floor. Leah scowled at it as though it has personally offended her by not compensating for her crappy throw. "Well, fuck."
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"I could handle myself, no need for a gun," Leah drawled with the tiniest curling of her lips. She held one of the darts with her thumb and forfinger, rolling it to get a feel for it, testing the weight.
"I'm betting you could too," she added, frowning in concentration as she tried to line up her throw. Wasn't there some trick to this? Something about smooth movement and when to release it?
Ah, screw it, she thought, cocked her arm, her throw too hard and graceless. The dart, contrary thing that it was, bounced off the target and fell, very anticlimacticly, to the floor. Leah scowled at it as though it has personally offended her by not compensating for her crappy throw. "Well, fuck."