Do I Wanna Know?

I was getting along pretty well with some actor, and then I found out he had a wife. I’m not into that thing, I mean, I do have some standards.

Oh, that's a shame?

Nah, I’m not really talented. I have this fantasy of marrying a wealthy man and stealing all of his money.

How's that coming along?

All three. I did a little bit of travelling, went to the West Coast. 

Oh yeah? Trying to make it big or some shit?

Seth, long time no see. 

What have you been up to? I'm gonna say something involving either money, sex, or alcohol. 

Surprise, bitch.

Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes.

Okay.. your aim’s a little off. Here- [she walks over and stands sort of behind him, fixing his arms with her hands] Alright, now you’re gonna pull the trigger. Don’t try to keep your arms stiff, but don’t give too much with the gun as it goes off.

Okay, so stiff but not too stiff. I can handle that. 

[She pulls out a gun for herself and places her fingers on the trigger. Quinn spreads her feet apart slightly to stabilize herself, and aims the gun at the target] Copy me.

[Seth does the best he can to copy Quinn precisely.] Okay, now what?

Yeah. [she shrugs] Well if it helps, I think you’d look pretty good with an eye patch. [Quinn grins and leads him to the tiny shooting range she’d set up behind her cabin] 

Just because I listened to you about the earring thing doesn't mean I'm going to lose an eye. [He laughs.] Okay, what do I do first?

Here, I’ve got a basic gun you can use. [she opens a drawer and pulls out a gun for him, sliding it across the counter.] It’s loaded, be careful.

You just have your kitchen drawers filled with guns? [He shakes his head and gingerly picks up the gun.] What if I shoot my eye out?

Hm.. that’s tough. [she grins and steals a chip from the bag] I did promise you I was going to teach you how to shoot, didn’t I?

You did say that. So what are you waiting for? 

I think I have some of those nobel prize cookies left, and some chips. [she watches him fumble around] Top left shelf.

A-ha. [He grabs the bag of chips and rips it open, shoving some in his mouth.] So, my dear Quinn, what shall we do on this fine evening?

Practice makes perfect.

[He bops her on the nose with his finger.] Indeed. Do you have food in here? [Seth gets up and starts going through the cabinets]

Oh.. I’m sorry.

I'll get it eventually. Just watch, I'm going to get a really high score that makes 32 look pathetic.

[she pulls hers out too and sits up] Thirty two. What about you?

...Seven.

Okay fine, guilty as charged. [she rolls her eyes and flops down beside him] 

[He pulls his phone out of his pocket and opens Flappy Bird.] What's your high score?