Shooting Range, Monday Morning

[withoutverona]

Romeo was awake early, and it was too cold by far to go to the beach. He decided to distract himself with a little target practice before class; it had been much too long since he'd used his gun, and he felt like he needed to keep in practice. The truth was, the upcoming holidays meant going home, and going home meant being armed again -- there were no other choices. And if he'd be armed and home again, he had to be at his best. It might be a season of peace on Earth, but that had never meant peace in Verona.

But he held his gun more carefully than normal as he set up the range and loaded his weapon. It wouldn't do to end up like that football player who shot himself, after all. That would just be embarrassing.

[OOC: Open shooting range, yep. I don't want it to be Monday!]