Cupid's Arrow

It had taken a lot of convincing to get the girl to come out at all. She huddled into Gil’s side, trying to hide the patchy peach-fuzz fur that was regrowing agonisingly slowly since her bath at the beach. At least as her eyes looked over the gathered crowd, she realised she wasn’t the only one looking a little mangy. Maybe that horrible thing in the coat had tricked them too? At least that helped her to feel a little less stupid.

Her shoulders rolled in as Gil stepped away to throw his dart, but when nobody immediately hooped or hollered or laughed, she took a deep breath. They had come all this way. Perhaps it wouldn’t kill her to try and have some fun too? She took Gil’s place as he stepped back with his prize and picked up her own dart. It felt awkward to hold but after a second of adjusting she thought she could make it go where she wanted it to. She let the projectile loose and held her breath, hoping her aim was good enough.

“Speech.”