[The thing about accidentally stumbling into horizons is that Dustin's fight or flight checks in faster than his brain ever gets a chance to. Traversing the upside down back home has made him distrustful of unfamiliar but vaguely reminiscent territory, and the Roadhouse is no exception.
He has to peel his attention away from the corkboard to investigate other things, first, the jukebox, where he selects Master of Puppets, and next the shooting game, which is enough like a pinball machine that he has to try his luck with it.
He cranes over the prop rifle and moves the reticle into a more comfortable position. That makes it a lot easier for him to hit the targets when they appear and do it without playing at a disadvantage. It's all hunting animals and target practice and Dustin makes quick work of all of it, too transfixed to notice he's not alone until the song turns over onto the jukebox to something different. When that happens, he raises his head and slowly takes in his surroundings again. Dustin's not a hunter, not even close, but he's been through enough to feel that atmospheric change in pressure that means he's got eyes on him. He spins around slowly to try and find the source, and the game becomes a lot less important by contrast. The sound effects of missing his shots fall on deaf ears until, "GAME OVER," is announced.
It's then that his blue eyes find Wynonna at the bar, and he's too sheepish over being caught to notice that she might be out of place too.]
Uh, sorry. I dunno how....
[Dustin's about to go into excuses when he realizes it's not important. It won't make a difference, so he settles on going into what he does know.]
- it doesn't matter. Your game's cool. It's the first thing I've seen that reminds me of home since I got here.
WILD CARD -
He has to peel his attention away from the corkboard to investigate other things, first, the jukebox, where he selects Master of Puppets, and next the shooting game, which is enough like a pinball machine that he has to try his luck with it.
He cranes over the prop rifle and moves the reticle into a more comfortable position. That makes it a lot easier for him to hit the targets when they appear and do it without playing at a disadvantage. It's all hunting animals and target practice and Dustin makes quick work of all of it, too transfixed to notice he's not alone until the song turns over onto the jukebox to something different. When that happens, he raises his head and slowly takes in his surroundings again. Dustin's not a hunter, not even close, but he's been through enough to feel that atmospheric change in pressure that means he's got eyes on him. He spins around slowly to try and find the source, and the game becomes a lot less important by contrast. The sound effects of missing his shots fall on deaf ears until, "GAME OVER," is announced.
It's then that his blue eyes find Wynonna at the bar, and he's too sheepish over being caught to notice that she might be out of place too.]
Uh, sorry. I dunno how....
[Dustin's about to go into excuses when he realizes it's not important. It won't make a difference, so he settles on going into what he does know.]
- it doesn't matter. Your game's cool. It's the first thing I've seen that reminds me of home since I got here.