[h1][center][color=0072bc]Kim Hansson[/color][/center][/h1] [hr] Kimmie was shooting down the range. She had been given a rifle by a local that he wanted looked at. He said it never shot straight, always off the mark. The rifle indeed never hit the intended target. Her first assumption had been the scope being off, which she had adjusted and it shot straight for a while and she had smirked. Easy first job, easy money. After a few more shots though the rifle had started shooting sideways once again, but to the other side of the target. She grunted with frustration and got up from her seat and went back into the workshop. She placed the rifle on a mounting and aligned a camera with a laser pointer on it. The camera turned on as the rifle spun around a single revolution in the mountings as created a 3D image on the monitor. She cursed as the image rendered the 3D model. The rifling was off, worn out, even flaked in some areas. It needed a new barrel. Kimmie shook her head and took out her phone and called a number. [color=0072bc]"Hello. This is Kimmie from the Gun Shack. Hi. I've found out what's wrong with your rifle. The threading is worn out and damaged. The barrel needs replacing. This will of course increase the price of the repairs. Just wanted to hear if you want me to go forwards with it or not. Uhhuh. Yeah. Not long, I've got the materials at home. All right. Appreciate your business."[/color] She had gotten the green light. Kimmie breathed out a deep sigh of relief as her first job in town had not ended prematurely. She got right back to work and started removing the barrel from it's socket and placed it in another machine. She then removed the bolt action before placing a metal rod in the machine and started pressing buttons on a monitor as the machine got to work lathing out a new barrel in just a few minutes. Kimmie took it out and inspected her work and cleaned up the barrel. She methodically started attaching the parts back onto the barrel and tried the fitting into the stock. A match. Another deep sigh of relief left her lips as she finished the assembly and took it out the back. This time the rifle did shoot accurately. It did not take the customer much time until he was back on site. Quite surprised he went out back along with Kimmie and tested out the rifle. Indeed, it did shoot accurately now. She just smiled softly before they both returned into the shop and he paid the fee for the repairs. After he left Kimmie was jumping around happily. First job, check. She smiled and chuckled before walking towards the door. This warranted a celebratory meal! She had yet to try out the placed called Red Lake Café, always a first for everything. She closed up the shop and turned on the alarms and got into her car and drove off. It only took a few minutes until she was at the diner and she parked outside and headed inside. There was some people here already, some faces she remembered, some she did not. It did not matter much to her though as she sat down at a table and waited for a waiter or waitress. [hr] [h1][center][color=fff79a]Patricia Isaac[/color][/center][/h1] [hr] It was late morning and Pat was still up and about, at least barely. Today was an awful day for her. Not only was she drunk off her arse, but today was her birthday. The proud day she turns 30. Less than a year ago she thought she would be married by her 30th birthday. That was her plan at least, married to the man of her life. She took another swig from her glass. [color=fff79a]"Alone on my birthday.....woo..fucking...hoo..."[/color] She wondered what her mother would say to her now. Probably something in the lines of told you so. I told you that man was no good. I told you he'd break your heart. [color=fff79a]"Well thank you mom!"[/color] she shouted into the air with a slurred voice. Pat started sobbing as she was feeling lonely, despite finding someone, someone she loves who loves her back. Their little secret was eating away at her, and the fact that they could never tell anyone about it. She swirled the liquid around in her glass, some high-end rum that she had gotten as a gift once. Pat groaned as the alcohol was doing its dirty work on her body. She was feeling quite bad, sick. She had never been this drunk before. It felt slightly funny to her. Why she was still doing this every now and then. Guilt, longing, regret, love, want, it was all swirling around in her already dizzy head. Her belly grumbled, she was also hungry, despite the sick feeling in her stomach. She knew that she would not be able to make anything herself and got up from her seat and walked out the door on stumbling legs. She started walking towards the closest place where she could get something to eat, and possibly if lucky see her favourite person. She dreaded seeing her though in this state. What would she think about her? The old woman, coped up and drunk again? Oh what would she think of her? Pat shook her head as she walked towards the place. Riley did not know that she was still drinking every now and then, at least not getting drunk. Pat grew more and more sober as her legs started carrying her. It did not remove her headache or dizziness though, and her hunger grew further. [i][color=fff79a]"Hey Riley. I was just celebrating my birthday slightly early. You’re too young to drink soo..I had to do it without you, haha "[/color][/i] Her inner monolog tried to make up excuses as to why she had been drinking. [color=fff79a]"Shit..."[/color] She said quietly into the air before walking in. There was other people here as well, that made it slightly worse. [color=fff79a]"Hai Sarah, Seth. Would you mind making me some of your delicious breakfast? Anything will do, as long as extra strong coffee is included."[/color] Pat had a haggard look about her as she sat down and held her head in her hands. She wanted this day to be over with already, but she had work to do. School was soon going to start again. This was her last week of free time before she had to start working again. She could do most of it at home at least. Soon however it was time for meetings with staff, new employees, new rules, learning new textbooks and more. While she did look forwards to it, this bit of time off had been nice as well. Pat turned her head and started looking around in the room, trying to spot if Riley was up and about.