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It was summertime and even if it meant listening to Danny tell everyone--repeatedly--that the boardwalk in Maryland wasn't nearly as good as the one in Jersey, Steve couldn't get through a summer without scaring the 17 year old kid in charge of the shooting range and winning a stupidly large stuffed thing.
Having Diego with him to provide actual competition didn't hurt, either.
"Okay, last round and then we find some food," he told his companions.
He'd said that three rounds ago.
[OOC: For the double datees!]
Having Diego with him to provide actual competition didn't hurt, either.
"Okay, last round and then we find some food," he told his companions.
He'd said that three rounds ago.
[OOC: For the double datees!]
