Six was bored.
Veronica had called dibs on the baseball, so he had nothing to do, while she at least got to throw a baseball at the wall. After about 30-45 minutes, Six began to dig through his stuff to see I he had anything to do, and at last he found something; Two .357 magnums.
Six started to spin the guns on his fingers. After a few seconds he swapped hands, threw both guns in the air, caught them on his fingers and continued to spin them, occasionally tossing one from one hand to the other.
"Hey, I think I'm getting the hang of thi-"
*BANG!*
"SON OF A FUCK!" Six fell to the floor and grabbed his left foot, which he had just shot. "Aaaahhhh! Penalty kick! Penalty kick!"
Six rolled around the floor, still holding his left foot while screaming in pain.
"Fine, I'll get you a stimpack, you over-dramatic dumbass." Veronica tossed a stimpack over at Six, who caught it with his left hand.
"Thanks... bitch." Six stabbed the needle into his foot, and his wound slowly began to heal.
"Hey, this wouldn't have happened if you had remembered to unload the guns before playing with them." Veronica had gone back to throwing the baseball at the wall.
"Oh...Right..." Six felt quite stupid at this point, having shot himself in the foot because he was playing with two loaded guns. "So, can I have the a turn with the baseball?"
"FUCK NO!"