Eventually, someone does sit down long enough to watch Sam work the dartboard. A young blonde man in a blue shirt that the otherworlders find common and comfortable, blue jeans and worn brown boots. From the look of things for the moment, his book, beer and order of paradoxes is forgotten in exchange for the game.
Okay, he knows when he's beat at this. So he's really not paying any attention to his last dart. Except when it makes that heavier noise of hitting something wooden.
And not the dartboard.
Which results in turning around in time to see his last shot struck his 'middle of the bullseye' dart perfectly in the back to split the shaft and some feathers, both of which fall together to the floor.
"The Bar provided the darts; I'd say that's the place to take up the matter." He's actually a bit surprised the Bar gave him darts, considering he could do some real damage, even with these. Sam grins. "I won't say no to a free drink, though."
"Hey Squeaky? Two Tei Ceti Sasparbeers in cold glass mugs and fresh plate of paradoxes please." With that, he's picking up the history book he had been studying from before and brought it up to the table.
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And not the dartboard.
Which results in turning around in time to see his last shot struck his 'middle of the bullseye' dart perfectly in the back to split the shaft and some feathers, both of which fall together to the floor.
"..."
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Sam eyes the rest of the board. "In light of that, we might be able to call it a draw, this once."
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Least he can do, under the circumstances.
"In the light that I've probably ruined your chances for beating other people at darts for a while, would you object to me buying the drinks?"
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Sam grins. "I won't say no to a free drink, though."
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"Hey Squeaky? Two Tei Ceti Sasparbeers in cold glass mugs and fresh plate of paradoxes please." With that, he's picking up the history book he had been studying from before and brought it up to the table.
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