Bette Porter strolled down the premises of the training facility to archery practice with her friend Alice Pieszecki in toe.

"Why are we going to practice?" Alice asked, making a face with her question.

Bette chuckled, "I’ve seen you try it. You need practice."

"I do not!" Alice said, her eyes going to another girl jogging in the opposite direction. "Ouchy mama," she whispered under her breath, giving the girl a quick wave. Bette chuckled to herself watching Alice’s attempts of appealing to the girl.

"She’s straight, Pieszecki." Bette smiled, looking to her friend for a reaction.

"For now she is," Alice laughed as they approached the target area.

"Yeah yeah," Bette smiled, picking up a bow.

"Hey, who is that?" Alice asked, her eyes moving to a blonde not far away, fumbling with her arrows.

Bette shook her head with a smile. "She’s new."

Alice smiled back, "Fresh meat."

"No," Bette said, shaking her head still as she walked past Alice to a lane with a target at the far end.

"Hey, she’s kind of cute," Alice observed after setting up her arrow and glancing down the rows.

Bette rolled her eyes. "Everybody’s cute to you."

"Have a look for yourself," Alice grinned, pointing over to the blonde. Bette pushed Alice’s hand down and glanced quickly to her left at the woman about ten feet away. Suddenly Bette’s eyes grew wide as she took in the beauty standing so close. She was a little shorter than Bette with a phenomenal body and sweet blonde hair, although it was coming undone with her lengthy exercises. Bette’s silence made Alice smile.

"Told ya."

Bette whipped back around to Alice and smiled back, "Very funny."

"Why don’t you go over there and help her. The poor thing seems to be lost," Alice teased, bringing her hand up to cup her face in a mock of worry.

"Shut up," Bette chuckled, aiming at her target, pulling the bow string and releasing. With a thud the arrow hit one circle off from the very center and she smiled to herself, looking over to Alice. "Now it’s your turn."

Alice nodded over to the blonde and Bette turned to see the girl waving with a smile.

"Oh come on! She’s practically begging for it!" Alice teased, holding her own bow under her arm.