The boy who wandered into the bar today hasn't been there very often, but he's heard there's an outside.

Which is good, because he and Martina got into a fight yesterday, and he's not exactly delighted to go practice in the same back lot as a knife thrower with a grudge.

What he didn't expect was the whole shooting range. He grins as he sets up.

He has a purple quiver on the ground next to him, and a purple-and-black bow, but he's not wearing the rest of the costume -- just jeans that have seen better days, beaten up sneakers, and a tank top. He's concentrating on his task, but he seems incredibly comfortable in it.