Ear Piercing Gun Kit Near Me Novels & Stories

I lashed out, my anger simmering just below the surface. Ares' sarcastic tone was evident as he gazed at the air pistol, "Was it really that loud?" He seemed to be enjoying my discomfort. "Come on, I need to teach you how to use this," he said, beckoning me to follow him. I trailed behind him, curiosity getting the better of me. We entered a shaded shooting range, enclosed by a glass canopy. The space was equipped with shooting boards and an array of air guns on display. I never expected a place like this to be here. Ares handed me earmuffs and safety glasses, which he already wore.

So that weekend she and the girls went back to the same tattoo place they’d gotten their matching ones. Sylvia had been wanting some new piercings so she was glad to go. Mickey took one look at the needles and piercing guns and told the guy at the counter if he came anywhere near her she would chop off his balls. The girls all busted out laughing at her. Em decided she would get a few piercings too. So she got several in both of her ears.. she already had one in her nose that had been in for years. She loved how they looked when she was finished. She had several dainty studs and hoops in different areas of each of her ears…

Please-please. Pouches, clips, and cold metal. My fingers closed around the smooth grip of the sting gun. I yanked it free, flipped the safety with a snap, and leveled it at his chest—heaving, ragged, and far too close. The bright red barrel trembled slightly in my grip, but my aim didn’t falter. Pow! Theo’s glassy eyes widened as the neuro-sting darts hit his nude chest with a sickening thk-thk.

Chapter 1 The bell above the door jingles, as I step inside Ink & Steel, the scent of antiseptic and leather hitting me before the air conditioning does. My fingers twitch around the strap of my purse, knuckles whitening. The shop’s all black walls and filled with neon It feels like I’m about to throw up. But here I am, Sunny fucking Carter, twenty-four years old and sweating through my tank top because I’m actually doing this. Getting my pussy pierced.

"Do it." Nobody spoke. Gunner slowly walked out of the room and returned three minutes later with the heavy black case that held the club's tattoo equipment. He set it on the table without looking me in the eye. I sat in the wooden chair. Justin plugged the machine in. The sharp buzz filled the silent room. Justin stood in front of me, his hands shaking slightly as he held the gun, the needle dripping with the permanent black ink. He looked at my chest, at the Reaper crest I had worn with pride since I was twenty years old.

If Kent weren’t my brother, I’d be thinking that he was trying to kill me. The sign on the building read: Chambers Gun Range. Of course. What else would it be called? We walked into the building, and it smelt like gun powder. There were a few guys in behind the counter but other than that it was just me and Kent. “Hey Reggie,” Kent called out. “Yeah,” One of the guys behind the counter replied. “I need a Ruger sr9c (handgun), a shot gun, and the black sniper rifle,” Kent ordered. The man went into the back room then came out with 3 guns.

“Doesn’t sound like I have much of a choice, so let’s do it, just one problem though my ears aren’t pierced, so your tracker is useless,” “Then we will have to fix that, won’t we,” Allie squeals, and I get scared. “Ok, I need some square ice, a sterilized needle, and some alcohol of both kinds,” She ordered. Liam runs to get the needle and starts sterilizing it while Melanie gets the alcohol. “Here you go,” She laughs. “Rubbing alcohol for your ears while the tequila will help you to relax so have a shot,” Liam comes back with the needle and hands it to Allie who tosses it into a small bowl filled

Bang! Bang! Bang! Ear piercing sounds from a 50m rifle cracked. They pierced the silence at the wide field, shooing frightened birds that flew in the sky. An orange target was launched by a mechanism called trap from houses on both ends of the semicircle. Using a $6, 000 top-of-the-line shotgun, the shooter shoots the moving target. "Wow! That's a perfect shot, Murgine!" his friend, who came from the Hendrix pack, clapped his hand.

What the fuck was wrong with me? This was a shooting range..not a freaking fashion party. “So, do we get started or not?” She called out behind me, a tinge of anxiety in her tone. “Just a moment!” I quickly grabbed two pairs of head-set-like ear-muffs, and a pair of googles, then I jogged over to the array of guns and picked out a .22 Trainer, a Sig Sauer P322. It was perfect for her. And she’d look sexy as hell gripping it.

“You want us to pierce our ears?” “You don’t have to,” Holden said as he popped open the back side to show how to slip it over the earlobe. “See. Pretty cool, huh? You certainly won’t find one of these anywhere on the market. Well, at least not yet. So, who wants to give it a try?” “I’ll do it,” Aiden said as he walked over to us. “What are we doing?” “Testing Holden’s new toy,” Laya answered. “Sounds fun. It won’t shock me, will it?” Aiden asked, narrowing his eyes at AP.