Just another day  

>one of the good things about summer was the local Shriner's gun show
>since the Shriners are a private club they get to be picky about who can sell at their shows 
>this translates to waay less bull shit for you to deal with and it was totally worth the ten bucks to get in but it also means there's a line

I can't believe I got dressed for this.   
>Sacha, your sig556's Waffegeist, grumbles as she adjusts the hazard orange armband all attending Waffegeists are required to wear for "safety"

>It'll be worth it. I'm sure of it. 
>you say confidently 

It'll only be worth it if we can find some real Swiss made ammo for me. 
>she counters flatly 

>It's not that much more special than any other decent quality ammo, dude. Plus, it's a pain in the ass to find. 
>you say as you try to look over a few heads to see why the line isn't moving 

Still it's a gun show and we might actually see some. 
>Sacha counters as she scratches her stomach
Wait, are you asking about fancy ammo because you're still upset about that Winchester white box I used with you?
>to which Sacha shudders at the name

Ugh, that crap burned so dirty I swear I still feel some gunk in bcg. 

>Oh please, I did a full strip, cleaned very thoroughly, and even detailed you afterwards. 
>you counter with a roll of your eyes

Seriously bro, it was like trying to eat then puke up salted borscht. 

>Dude, way too much info. I get it. Okay?
>you say with a grimace 

I'll take some Swiss GP as a sign you understand how badly that crap ammo felt. 
>she says giving you a shit eating grin of her own
 
>Alright alright, I'll keep an eye out for anyone selling specialty ammo, dude. However, we're still here to find a K98. 
>you say before the line finally starts moving 

That's fine by me, dude. Your house after all. 
>she replies with a nod walking besides you and showing her armband to the sheriff deputy
And remember. 
>Sacha says before the two of you walk into the showroom and gives you a serious look  
No Slav whores.