Family Fun (OPEN)
(( ooc: continued from here ))

Terry listened idly, her attention more or less on the little angel and demon that tend to live on people's shoulders in time of moral descision.... One told her that keep her erstwhile family out of troubel was the work of a saint and that anything she could do from causing a rukus between these two would, on a selfish note, not only put her on the high ground, but possibly save one of her instructors from another bloodied nose. But on the other hand... who was she to come between years of backbiting and in-fighting? How many times did she want to take a whack at these two idiots herself (an impulse she more or less acted on), so who was she to stand in their way.... or not take the oppotunity to make this disaster-in-the-making profitable?

Taking the gun from her new-found dad (he was a pretty good shot...), Theresa said a silent prayer to God for guidance... and forgot whether or not that was for the matter hand hand or the shot she was about to take. This after all, was a lot different that shooting down a whiskey bottle in the backyard of some middle-of-nowhere hideout... A deep breath, she remembered not to close her eyes and-

*TING!*

"Hey!," Terry said in surprise. "It worked!"