Circe had decided to opt for the game at this County Fair that was most appealing to her. The shooting gallery.


Sure, these games were often rigged, but Circe had a plan for that in case it was. Partially that was why she was wearing a open denim vest and tank top. The vendor wouldn't complain about her leaning forward to aim at all. Dollar spent, the elf had her turn against some excited kids.


And yes it was rigged. Circe hit the little alien twice but it didn't "didn't fall over" so it wasn't a win. The smug teen running the booth was quite amused with himself. He still handed the Summer a hand sized plushy, probably hoping he'd get lucky out of it. It was a blue bear of some sort. Circe handed it off to the child who was crying over losing as she slapped down a $5 bill.


"Another go," she growls at the teenager as her eyes glare at him. Arrogantly the teen is un-phased. Or he'd been threatened enough times to not care anymore. This time, the Summer Monarch was aiming for something a little smaller then the bouncing alien.


She hit it but it was certainly not enough. Another dollar slapped down as the little boy with the boy watched. The target took a better hit this time, an audible ping echoing in the booth. Both mortal boy were watching what she was doing. The teenage boy mocked Circe, trying to goad her into paying again as he failed to notice where Circe hit.


The little boy with the bear? He'd noticed, and was trying not to smile while his, possibly older sister, tried to get him to move along.


Circe had to pay two more times. Finally it happened.


A loud ping! Followed by a crackling noise. The bouncy little alien was swaying back and forth upside-down. Circe had shot the little tin stick with the BB gun and damaged it.


The little boy laughed as the teens, girl at his shoulder and jerk in the booth, gawked. The alien fell. The little boy started calling Circe cool at this point. It was awhile before his sister gets him to stop.


Circe held up the BB gun, back of her hand on her right shoulder as it aimed up at the overhang. She gives the vendor brat the sweetest smile. But her eyes? Those are burning, "Knocked over right? If that ain't enough, we can go again and I'll see what else can break."


The teenage boy gulps, "Ah, big, big winner, yes, ha ha ha." He makes a grab for a unicorn but Circe stops him, "Ah, ah, ah, I get ta pick the prize." She points with the BB gun at the one she wants. "That one," which was most certainly a deal for the Fairest.


Gulping in a panic, the teen hefts it over to Circe. "Right, here you, please don't come again, bye bye."


Circe drops the BB gun and retrieves the fluffy puppy. And then has to carry it piggy-back. She smirks at the little boy, "Always remember ta play fair at these places, or ya can get inta a bad a fair."