Brenda
```Tashawn Training numer uno```
Ryan
Tashawn would be here in the underground tunnel, it was quiet and peaceful under here and thus the perfect place to train without getting shot via his enemies. Tashawn would then pull out his training pistol and begin doing aim training with it. He would choose something that was extremely far down the tunnel to focus on, and shoot at it.

He'd groan out of frustration being how he couldn't hit the target easily due to the wind and shitty accuracy of the gun. After a while of shooting and missing Tashawn would sigh and put the gun back in his holster. 

"I should really just use my actual gun... Worst (insert amount of money) in my life"
Brenda
```Tashawn training numero dos```
Ryan
Tashawn would be back in the tunnel doing random tomfoolery with his gun. He was trying to see just how much accuracy the gun had, since it was a basic pistol it had none. Tashawn frustratingly facepalmed, 

"They don't make guns the damn same here do they?"

He'd say tucking the gun into the holster and looking around. 

"Wonder why this underground passage was built in the first place?"

He'd ask before leaving for a small break and to practice one more thing for today.
Brenda
```Tashawn training numero dos```
Ryan
Tashawn would be back on top of his trusty horse, he wasn't a traditional cowboy but a rental horse was much cheaper so hey why not. He would practice himself moving whilst aiming at some random bottles he had gotten. Tashawn with his great accuracy would be able to clear the close range bottles easily but the farther ones would give him some trouble.

Tashawn wouldn't give up on the first try though, he'd try and try again shooting and destroying bottles from a range. After a while of practicing he'd pack up and start cleaning up his mess. 

"Alright then.. It's time i stop playing with this starter pistol"

Tashawn would say storing the pistol carefully in a briefcase. 

"Let's go get the judge"