Your Turn

Aaron watched with interest as Sam placed their order. She seemed so relaxed, but he knew better than to let that fool him. Cats with sharp claws looked relaxed too. 

Being offered the darts first, he stared at them a second before silently accepting them and standing. He abandoned his crutches and limped over to be in line with the board. And hardly taking a half moment to look first, he let the first one fly. It hit dead center. He took two steps back and threw the second, which landed so close to the first that it almost bounced off. Remaining focused and almost stone cold, he took three steps back this time, and let the last dart go. It wasn't quite dead center, but still within the bullseye. 

His eyes shifted to Sam, and his lips curled slightly to one side in a wry grin. He gimped to the board to retrieve the darts before slowly returning and handing them back to Sam. "Your turn." He might make it look easy, but deep down... he still enjoyed it. Any activity that resembled anything even remotely close to practicing what he knew best was like a breath of fresh air. 

Clear at the other end of the bar, Hal sat alone at a table. His hoodie was pulled up over his ballcap, adequately keeping his face in the shadows as he sipped a coke. So far so good. Actually, he was a bit surprised. 


Zan smiled once again and sighed as he looked back inside. "I guess I should probably say goodnight."

His eyes drifted back to Destiny though. "Maybe... we could get together again in a couple days?" He'd suggest tomorrow, but he didn't want to push it.