Admit that you don't know how to shoot and ask her to teach you
From Create Your Own Story
"I think you'd better show me what to do," you say. "I've never shot a real gun before."
Annabelle nods. "I kind of figured, but I wanted you to admit it. I appreciate your honesty. I should admit that I prefer guys who know their way around weapons, but I'll be fair. If you don't, it just means that no one taught you. It's not your fault."
The Filipina babe goes over the basic rules of gun safety with you, then shows you how to prepare the weapon for firing. She finishes by pointing to the safety switch. "This is on, and this is off. Don't get them mixed up." You let out a laugh, then frown. Not only is Annabelle taking the stereotypically masculine role by being the one to teach you to shoot instead of the other way around, she's also being the one to make the jokes while you laugh. All the cool guys who are good at scoring are the ones to tell jokes and make their women laugh. You hope all this isn't hurting your chances with Annabelle.
"Now watch me." She fires five rapid but expertly aimed shots, then moves the target closer and hands you the gun. "You try it now. Remember, this is a .45, so it's got a pretty good kick. It doesn't affect me much because I have strong wrists, but since yours are a lot thinner than mine you need to make sure you've got a really tight grip on it when you fire."
You nod, taking the pistol nervously. Taking a deep breath, you remember the nurse's words. "Squeeze, don't pull." You squeeze the trigger.
BANG!
The recoil is strong, but it doesn't hurt too much thanks to Annabelle's advice. You fire four more shots, taking your time before each, before the gun clicks empty. You hand it back to your female companion and pull the switch to bring the target in.
There are five holes in the bullseye, obviously Annabelle's. The other five holes are scattered all over the sheet. Three of them are in the outermost ring, while the remaining two are near the top of the paper, out of the set of rings completely. "Guess I didn't do so well," you say.
She looks at the target and smiles. "Honestly, you did about average for someone doing this for the first time." That makes you feel a little better.
"But let's talk about you. How did you get to be so good?" you ask, running your finger over the five holes in the bullseye.
She giggles. "Thanks. A combination of a lot of practice and a lot of natural talent." She rubs her flat stomach. "I'm getting hungry. Want to go to lunch? I'm buying."
Your heart leaps. Lunch with sexy Annabelle? Yes please. Of course you're just going as friends and not on an actual date, but still, you're getting somewhere.
"Where do you want to go?" Annabelle asks.
