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[ohshutup]

Nah, I'm not afraid of anything.

[A statement that's, like, 80% true at least.]

[morethan084]

[Skye doesn't quite believe that, but she doesn't say anything. Pushing off the table, Skye walks over to where the dartboard is and pulls out the darts and holds them out to Clara.]

Here, pick which color you want to be.

[ohshutup]

Yellow.

[She plucks it from Skye's hand with a smile - it matches her sweater, after all - and gives it a little spin, feeling the weight of it.]

[morethan084]

Yellow it is.

[Smiling in amusement when Clara takes them from Skye, she outstretches her arm, gesturing towards the board.]

After you.

[ohshutup]

[Clara laughs, a single little bark of, Really?]

I just throw it, yeah?

[Which... she does, then, without further instruction. She scrunches one eye closed, like she's looking through a scope, and tosses the thing as straight as she can.

It lands firmly in the outer ring of the board.]

[morethan084]

Yeah, just, you know, try to aim for the board.

[Skye is not going to give her advice, sorry Clara. Pressing her lips together to keep from laughing at the face Clara makes as she tries to line up her shot, Skye follows the dart when she finally throws it.

Nodding her head once when she manages to at least get it on the board, Skye looks back to Clara.]

Not bad. Now you have to throw the other two.

[That's the only advice you're getting from her, Clara. Skye is in this to win it. So what if she rocks a little forward before correcting herself. See? Perfectly balanced and not at all becoming increasingly tipsy from chugging that wine.]

[ohshutup]

[Clara watches, her smile between amused and devious.]

Can you aim for the board?

[The other two darts land with similar luck, sticking in the edges.]

[morethan084]

[Skye scoffs as she steps up next to Clara.]

Please. I'm barely tipsy.

[Clearly. Holding up her first dart, Skye straightens up and tries to stay as still as she can before throwing it. Landing right on the border of the bullseye. Pretty happy with herself, Skye throws the next, which lands to the left in the second circle.

It's fine. She can totally recover.

Except, the last one lands on the wall beside the dart board. Making a noise of frustration, Skye walks to the board to write down their scores. And just because she knows Clara would say something, she says on her way:]

Still did better than you.

[ohshutup]

[Oh, you don't want to say that, Skye. Something sharpens in Clara's smile, and while Skye is still writing, there's a thwick from behind her.]

Not bad.

[Closer to the bullseye, just a ring away. Her tongue peeks from the corner of her mouth in concentration, as the second dart lands not much farther away.]

[morethan084]

[Skye is calculating the points in her head when she hears a dart hit the board. Hand still holding the chalk, Skye turns to look at the board and then back over her shoulder to Clara.]

Oh, it's going to be like that?

[Was Clara only pretending to be bad up until this point?]

[ohshutup]

[Nah, no pretending. Just a fuckton of determination.]

Yes, it absolutely is.

[... And maybe the third dart lands a little farther away, but it's still far better than her first set. She smiles at Skye, one-hundred percent flirtatious.]

[morethan084]

[Biting the tip of her tongue, Skye raised an eyebrow before nodding her head once.]

Alright, good to know.

[Finishing up the scores for this round, Skye heads back over to where Clara was.]

What if we up the ante a little?

[ohshutup]

If you're suggesting strip darts, I'll have to recommend we take it elsewhere.

[She's joking. Joking.

Mostly.]

[morethan084]

Oh, what? Suddenly now you're shy?

[That's not what she had in mind, but, it wasn't the worse idea to suggest.]

[ohshutup]

Never. [There's something almost dirty about the way the word leaves her mouth.] But I'd rather have you to myself for that bit.

[morethan084]

[Well shit. Suddenly winning the game wasn't of that much interest to her anymore. As if really noticing Clara for the first time, her eyes wander for a moment before they come back up to meet Clara's.]

Well, I hate to disappoint, but I don't have a dart board at my place.

[ohshutup]

[That look doesn't go unnoticed, and Clara can't help but be impressed with herself. She's clothed from neck to toe, and still getting checked out. Success.]

Oh, I'm sure I won't be disappointed.

[She holds out the darts. Make your move, Skye.]

[morethan084]

[Taking one of the darts from Clara's hand, Skye looks at the board for a brief moment but quickly turns her attention back to Clara.]

If I get a bullseye we call it even and get out of here, deal?

[ohshutup]

Deal.

[That's a bar game she can get behind.]

[morethan084]

[Well now there's a lot on the line so Skye definitely can't miss. Lining up her shot, Skye tosses the dart and it just barely makes it onto the bullseye. Smug that she just won, in more ways than one hopefully, Skye turns to look at Clara again.]

Next time you're downing a whiskey and coke now that I know you hate it.

[ohshutup]

[Clara's smile widens, both devious and warm.]

I don't think I'd mind, if it meant there was a next time.

[morethan084]

[That's the kind of answer Skye was hoping for, but she tries to play it off anyway.]

Good to know.

[Heading back over to their table, Skye grabs her coat to put on. Even if the walk back to her house was maybe 10-15 minutes, it was freezing outside. Even though Skye knew the answer, she still thought it would be better to confirm that Clara was okay with how this night was probably going to go. Grabbing her coat for her, Skye hands it to her once she was close enough.]

You're cool with going back to my place?

[ohshutup]

I'm absolutely cool.

[She slips on her leather jacket, and fishes the matching gloves out of the pockets.]

Can't be my place, anyway. I've got an annoying roommate.

[morethan084]

[Tongue pressing against the inside of her cheek as she fights back a smile at Clara jokingly mocking her, Skye fixes the hood of her coat as she catches sight of the helmet still on the chair beside where Clara had taken a seat.]

Right, you mentioned your best friend showing up.

[Putting her own gloves on, Skye waits for Clara before she starts to head out the door.]

You've got a spare helmet with you?

[As if she really cared. It wasn't the first time Skye had been on the back of a motorcycle, but it didn't make it any less exciting.]

[ohshutup]

Nah, you can take this one.

[The black and white helmet gets tossed Skye's way as Clara backs out of the front door, the streetlamp haloing her in orange.]

I'm less breakable than you.