This is a continuation of A song for mummah by(that1hugboxer)
“Come on Joey, just try it once!”
Lorna insists handing you the shotgun.
You are Joey.
You are currently attending your birthday party being held at Vanderholt farms.
“Nah I’m not really a gun person-“
Bubbeh interrupts you.
“It’s fine Lorna . If she doesn’t want to shoot then I’ll take her spot.”
You look over at Bubbeh as she throws back a shot of whiskey before grabbing the shotgun from your hands.
She steadies the shotgun against her shoulder and takes aim.
“PULL!”
As soon as the word leaves her mouth ,an orange clay pigeon is sent flying through the sky.
[BANG!]
The clay disk splits in half, each half continues to spin briefly before plummeting to the ground.
The party guests cheer, then Bubbeh hands the shotgun to Lorna before sitting back down.
Jill whispers in your ear.
“Come on Ms Portnoy ! You don’t want to be shown up by your grandmother at your own party do ya?”
You sigh .
“Fine! I’ll shoot one time.”
Lorna explains the rules of firearm safety and skeet shooting to you before setting you up with the shotgun.
You take aim steading shotgun against your shoulder.
“Pull.”
The clay races across the horizon.
[BANG!]
…you miss the clay entirely.
Lorna comes over to take the shotgun from you but you clench it tightly.
“Let me try again.”
Lorna smirks and hands you another shotgun shell. You eject the spent shell before loading the new shell inside.
“PULL!”
[BANG!]
The clay explodes into a shower of orange dust.
Jill taps you on the shoulder.
“Wouldja mind if I took a crack at it ?”
You smile.
“Yeah let’s make a little game out of it, most clays hit in succession wins.”
Jill tells the clay throwing machine operator to load 3 at once.
You chuckle.
“Getting a bit cocky right out the gate aren’t we?”
Jill has that same blank expression as when you first met.
In a calm and collected voice Jill lets out a Droning. “PULL.”
Three clays race across the horizon in a triangle formation.
[BANG]
In an instant all three clays simultaneously vaporize as if they simply vanished from existence.
Jill’s expression and voice return to that of the bubbly midwestern goober you’ve come to know .
Jill looks at you sheepishly.
“Oh dearie me. Sorry Ms Portnoy, golly gosh I just get a little competitive when it comes to shooting. No hard feelings right?”
You and everyone watching stand in awe of what they just witnessed.
“None at all Jill.”
The crowd of onlookers erupt into an orchestra of cheers and whistles
You decide to take your loss gracefully. After all you are the one who challenged Jill.
You and Jill wash your hands the go get some ribs and Kvass before returning to the table with your mother and Bubbeh.
Bubbeh begin to prod for information.
“So…Jill what exactly is your Job? Your real job.”
Jill in her bubbly midwestern accent says.
“I’m a security and bodyguard
privately contracted through camp Maureen.”
Bubbeh looks at Jill as if she had three heads.
“ Jill … are you a mercenary?”
Jill smiles sweetly.
“I have done mercenary work in the past but am not currently employed as a mercenary.”
Bubbeh raises an eyebrow.
“What exactly did you do as a mercenary?”
Jill takes a swig of Kvass to chase down the ribs.
“ Oh Gewillikers I’m contractually obligated not to disclose that information Dontchaknow.”
Mom begins pestering Jill from information.
A large shrek like hand touches your mother’s shoulder.
“Please refrain from asking questions my employee has already made very clear she is not allowed to answer.”
Your mom turns around and sees Drogat dressed in a polo shirt, khaki pants and a pair of dress shoes.
Despite Drogat’s short stature he spoke and carried himself in a manner that made very clear this was not a request but an order.
Your mom apologizes .
Drogat speaks directly to Jill.
“Oh by the way. A certain someone stowed away in my truck.”
A little fluffy peeks its way out from behind Drogat’s leg.
Jill becomes giddy.
“Oh my goodness it’s Dakota!”
Dakota was a three tone fluffy brown,white and black in a fluff pattern similar to the coat of a coyote.
Dakota waddles up to Jill and she wipes her hands clean and picks him up .
“Dakota miss mummah! Dakota heawt am su happy!”
Jill pinches off a piece of rib meat from her plate and gives it to him.
Dakota hums happily as he eats.
Once finished with the bite Jill gave him ,he points at the plate and then points to his mouth.
“Now Dakota, you need to use the magic words.”
Dakota thinks for a second before answering.
“Mowe nummies fow tummy?”
Jill shakes her head.
Dakota continues thinking for a few more seconds before Something clicks inside his little head.
“Pwease an’ tanku!”
Jill smiles and gives him another piece of rib meat.
“See what happens when we use our manners?”
Dakota smiles his muzzle covered in barbecue sauce.
“Oh dear.”
Jill wipes his muzzle clean with a napkin she dipped in ice water.
“There’s my handsome little boy! All nice and clean “
Dakota snuggles up to Jill laying his head against her stomach.
“Tanku mummah”
Jill rubs his head.
[THWACK!]
Something strikes the chair leg.
You look down and see a pink and green fluffy scowling at Jill.
“Mimi wan’ upsies !”
You look at Jill puzzled.
“Is this one also yours?”
Jill who looks just as bewildered. Simply replies .
“No.”
Mimi huffs and waddles over to a man in camo pants, orange crocks and a t-shirt depicting smut of the comic book character black canary .
You call over Lorna to clarify
“Who’s that ?”
Lorna looks at the man for a moment then in an instant she takes a deep breath as if attempting to stay calm.
“Please Excuse me for a moment Joey , I need to have a chat with our uninvited guest “
Lorna walks over to the man .
She doesn’t yell or even raise her voice…. That is until a cup of Kvass is thrown in her face.
Now Lorna wasn’t by any means obese but she is however a solid 200 pounds of Fuck around and find out.
As for the man… he hit the ground at Mach Jesus when a nearby chair was rather forcefully acquainted with his cranium .
The man was then escorted off the property by Mr Klondike
Seriously, who was that?