A grinning Jezem knocked shoulders with Thyr. A difficult thing to make casual when the Andorian stood a head taller than the orion but Jezem succeeded with grace. “Since you’ve been so good I thought I would reward you. I’m sure your shrink friend would call it something soft like ‘positive reinforcement’ or ‘positive emotional experience for holistic health’. Or as equally contrived and over-thought.”

The two men stood outside the entrance to an outdoor shooting range. The area around the building displayed simple landscaping that provided color beside the otherwise drab grey exterior of the building and several shady trees provided relief from the sun. The interior was open plan and there were many displays of various guns across species, cultures and time periods. Jezem lead the way in, stopping by the front desk to claim their reserved space. An employee guided them through the building and to the outside and took them down to the far right where they had two semi-secluded ranges to themselves.

Jezem strutted over to a rank of various ranged weapons and motioned towards them all with an elegant flourish of his hands. His actions and body languages very much playing into the stereotype of an orion gambling-hall girl showing off the fun games to be played, “What shall we shoot first?”

Jezem