Just another day

"Fuck it's cold." 
>you say as you keep your jacket tight around you and walk down the lane to the shooting range benches

"Dude, come on. It's barely 40 degrees Fahrenheit and there's not even snow on the ground." 
>Sacha, the Waffegeist of your Sig 556 says as she carries a stack of loaded mags 

"Why are we here again?"
>you ask and look at Sacha who's humming and wearing her usual t-shirt, skirt, and only a thin hoodie as insulation 
>it's the middle of winter and you're at the outdoor rifle range 
"Oh right, I forgot my rifle is freaking half mountain jew that sleeps in an igloo." 
>you grumble as you adjust the strap of your range bag before said rifle punches you in the side

"You said we'd go shooting today and that's what we're gonna do. Plus if we go on that hunting trip to Alaska you need to get used to wearing gloves and a coat while you shoot."
 
"Alright, alright. You win." 
>you say in a huff

"Dude, you are such a pansy sometimes." 

>as you both approach the empty booths a sound catches your attention through your electronic earpro
"Bro, do you hear something?"

"No. Do you?"

"Sounds like heavy breathing." 
>you say as you tap your headset

"Probably someone taking a break from shooting. There was a second sign in for today." 
>you nod in agreement as you resume walking with Sacha to booth number three

>only to see a girl with a short cat ears, a tail quickly wagging, wearing boots, stockings, a skirt, and long sleeve thermal shirt
>aaaand she's on her knees stroking the hard cock of some guy while very eagerly sucking on the head of his dick
>you're caught completely off guard and not sure what to do besides maybe quickly back away
>fortunately or unfortunately for you Sacha recovers first from this unexpected encounter 

"ALLE SLAWEN SIND HUREN!!"
>she yells her face red with anger
 
"What the fuck?!?"
>the guy yells as he jumps

>the pair is startled to say the least
>the Waffegeist has the decency to at least hide behind her owner while he tries to quickly stuff his still hard cock back into his pants 

"Good god people this is a range not a sugar shack." 
>you say starting to feel annoyed over this spectacle

>the man apologizes and quickly guides his SKS's thoroughly mortified Waffegeist off the range 

"Fucking slut of a rifle." 
>you hear Sacha grumble 

"Eh, at least they weren't straight up fucking."
 
"I guess that's something, dude." 
>she replies with a sigh before you both move a couple booths down and start setting up for some shooting

"So if I do get a Slav rifle..."

"I'll call her a whore and shove her in the safe if she ever tries to get lovey-dovey at all." 
>Sacha replies flatly as she digs out the last of the loaded magazines from the range bag

"Is that jealousy or what, bro?"
>you ask somewhat seriously 

"No, I'm just not dealing with the drama of a clingy Slavic whore." 
>she replies giving you a flat look

"What if I get an AK and she ends up not clingy or trying to get into my pants? What then dude?"

"It's a Slav rifle. Of course, she'll be a whore." 
>Sacha replies rolling her eyes like it's the most obvious thing in the world

>you rub your chin thinking that over for a moment

"And here I thought Jews couldn't be racist." 
>you say with a shit eating grin to which Sacha replies with a stomp on your foot 

"Ass."