The odds are declared

The employee picked up the girl and placed her on her shoulder, and gestured for Vanessa to follow. They approached a stall toward the end of the market. A woman was stood on the other side of the wooden wall, ready to demonstrate the game. It was a very simple task, there were plastic guns attached to the wall, and multiple targets were scattered around this small western style barn.

The woman smiled at the employee as she approached the stall. "Hiya folks! Interested in a bit of shootin?" She joyfully greeted them. "Well of course, but not for me, it's for these two wonderful individuals. They've had a minor disagreement and will be settling it to a small target shooting game!" The employee explained. Vanessa rolled her eyes when the shooting lady looked at her, she felt so embarassed to even be in a situation like this.

The woman already felt a distaste toward Vanessa, wondering why this grown woman would have a dispute with a child. "So do you have any odds?" The woman asked. "Oh yes, that reminds me, what would you like to get if you win?" The employee knelt down to talk to the girl. "I want my purse!" Vanessa interrupted before the girl could speak. "I..I'm not sure now.." The girl grew shy.

The employee evil eyed Vanessa, thinking that the former CEO had made the girl nervous. "That's okay, I've got a great idea anyways." The employee turned to face the shooting lady again. "If Vanessa here wins, she gets her purse back, but, if this lovely young lady wins, then Vanessa will be made into the baby she's behaving like!" The employee declared.

Vanessa didn't care about the odds, she knew she was gonna win easily. How could a child beat her at anything? She thought to herself, smiling.