Warriors

[redhood_robin]

Jason'd was in the mood for decent food, and beer that wasn't watered, and someplace that was safe for heroes to come in either guise. That meant Warriors, when you were in New York. He'd called Amelia up, let her know where he was gonna be for the night, and headed for the bar. Maybe he should have called some of his new coworkers...screw it. He

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[amelia_z]

All the sarcastic banter is wearing. Amelia sips at her cognac, tired but comfortable. At least the folks on her side of the bar are in good spirits.

"There's got to be darts or pool in this place, right?" Alcohol and her aim should never mix, but what the hell.

[heavy_armsfire]

Vera steps up with a grin. "If there's not, we need to find a better place." She turns to the waitress. "Scotch."

[amelia_z]

"Howdy," which just sounds funny when she says it.

She quick-sips the last of her cognac, then orders a Young's double chocolate stout, before heading off to the ladies room. She's back a minute or two later, a little better cleaned up. "Pool's over there, darts are there," she points. "Game?"

[heavy_armsfire]

Vera grins. "Sounds like a plan. Fancy a wager on pool?"

[amelia_z]

Pool is better than darts at least. Amelia's pretty good at pool. She has a feeling she's about to get pwned anyway. "I never gamble unless the stakes are high," she grins back. "What's the wager?"

[heavy_armsfire]

"I was just going to suggest covering the next round of drinks. I suspect your definition of 'high stakes' and mine are vastly different, luv."

[amelia_z]

She could respond with something saucy and flirtatious. If it was someone else, she might, but Vera just reminds her too much of someone else. "I'll be generous and say two rounds. Maybe if I get everybody else knackered, I'll have a shot at not losing."

Amelia gets herself a pool cue and starts racking.

[fast_thrower]

Owen grins eagerly. "Darts? I'm all over it." He slips off the stool, reaching for his wallet. "How about... twenty says I can get five bullseyes without spilling my A.P?"

[amelia_z]

It's a little bit later when Owen walks up. Amelia's had another two rounds of drinks since Vera whooped her butt at pool. She's at a happy buzz. "I say you've probably done this before and I'll lose. The real question is, can you do it with your eyes closed?"

[fast_thrower]

Owen smirks. "Yeah... a few times." Chick's sharp. He likes that.

He nods to the blinded challenge. "Easily." He's working on his own buzz at the moment after the martini and a beer, even though he's nursing it with the Arnold Palmer.

[amelia_z]

"Okay."

She takes a sip of her drink, then hops onto a stool near the dartboard. He's showing off... he could probably do this blindfolded, backwards, with one hand behind his back, but maybe he can teach her to be a better shot. "I'm rubbish at this. But let's say twenty for every bullseye-- and another round for what's missed."

[fast_thrower]

Owen rubs his chin, drumming his fingers on the can of his A.P.

"Y'know doll, this gig has me pretty good on cash, so how about this instead... A drink on me, for anything you get even close to the bullseye, and if I go the whole thing without missing a one.." He pauses, then grins. "--then you treat me to burgers and the new Trek film when it comes out."

He raises his eyebrows as a playful cherry on the challenge sundae.

[amelia_z]

All or nothing, and a pretty crazy gamble. Amelia chuckles for a few seconds, then stops when she realizes he's completely serious. She just got asked out on a date to a geek film.

"Deal," she agrees jovially, retrieving a set of darts. She smiles and pauses to hold a cautionary finger out to him. "No funny business. The guy who plays the doctor looks like my brother. It's weird."

[fast_thrower]

Owen put the drink aside and put a hand to his chest, feigning surprise.

"Funny business? From me? Why madam, I'm shocked and offended by that notion. Shocked and offended I say!" He chuckles and then gathers up the darts.

"So... how do you like to throw? Just for practice first. Knife style?" He takes one by the pointed part and throws it. A bullseye. "Sidearm?" He chucks one by the shaft, from the hip. Another bullseye. "Or overhand?" Like a fastball this time, for a third bullseye.

"I can give you some pointers if you want." He loosens his scarf so he can shift it up to make a blindfold.

[amelia_z]

She watches, quiet but impressed. She lost this bet before she took it. "Overhand," she says, but it's a guess. There hasn't been enough incidents in her life to play darts, so any hope of skill or finesse on her part is pretty wasted.

Speaking of. She throws back the rest of her drink, and tries a practice shot. Outer 12. "You know, I'm sure it doesn't matter, but I have to hope you're honest here. I don't even know how the scoreboard works."

[fast_thrower]

"Me neither. I just like chucking them at the board." Owen grins, eyes covered now.

"Damned if I know anything about how to keep score at this. I just figure whoever's got less total distance between their darts and the bullseye wins."

He pushes up one corner of the scarf to look at her with one eye. "Seems easy enough that way, right?" He heads over to retrieve his darts.