Jesse couldn't help but sigh as he watched you from a distance, knowing you were down on your luck and feeling rather under the weather, just sitting all by your lonesome as you tried to forget about missions, the horrors you saw, your past, just trying to forget about everything. You were just a spring chick, new to everything and everyone there and you were alone. Someone should at least try and cheer you up instead of ignoring you! Looking around, he figured it was up to himself to make you smile, laugh, anything to turn that frown around as he started to walk up towards you, the empty hall allowing his heavy boots and spurs to echo around, the clink of the metal giving him a small idea as he approached you quietly, a wide smirk on his face.
"Jingle," he chuckled to himself as he came up behind you.
"Jesse," you groaned, knowing the cowboy was probably up to no good as you tried to ignore him, just wanting to hide in your self pity, "Not now."
You didn't know how you got into this competition exactly but you knew you had to win it, short and simple as that as you were outside at the training range with Jesse McCree, the both of you with your weapon of choice as Jesse just got done with his turn, looking over at you for your response. To say that there wasn't something else behind that smile besides cockiness would be a lie, this competition of who was a better sharpshooter just a façade for hidden and unspoken feelings for one another but it seemed it would take a million years for either one to admit it first, neither party willing to say it first. Taking a deep breath, you took out your own gun, watching Jesse blow the smoke off the tip of his as he gave you a wink, walking up to your side.
"Why don't ya try that for size?, darlin'?" he chuckled, arms crossed as he knew you could top that but still, he just couldn't help but tease you.
"Looks like you don't have the size to gi