The young woman marched onto the Fairway grounds with an expression promising bad weather upon her pretty face. She looked dressed for a night out with her casual chic, baggy jeans, designer's Tee and expensive boots. "Kim. I'm NOT going!" An angry male voice yelled from the parking lot. "Come back! I am leaving NOW."<br/><br/>Kim raised a hand and wriggled her fingers without looking back. "Bye bye."<br/><br/>She strolled onwards to one of the stalls and pointed at a bag of cheerios. Munching, she left the food stalls behind and watched one of the guys shoot some targets. "Nice job." She popped another handful in her mouth and wiped her fingers on her jeans. "I'll take one of those."<br/><br/>Kim cocked the rifle and aimed with more dedication than skill. Her shot went wide and the next one as well. She laughed and lowered the weapon. "I guess I'm not good at this, huh."