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[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.]

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[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.]

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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.

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.

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[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.

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[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.

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[Fumbling to catch the helmet, Skye looks at Clara incredulously. She still doesn't know her that well, but it's already been made pretty clear that Clara was rather reckless and honestly? Skye was into it because she was very much the same way.]

Whatever you say.

[Adjusting the straps of the helmet quickly, Skye snaps it on and waits for Clara to mount the bike before getting on as well.]

[ohshutup]

[Pleased with Skye's (somewhat surprising) acceptance, Clara climbs on and gestures with a head-tilt for her passenger to follow.]

Hold on tight.

[And once she's sure Skye's settled, she revs up the bike and takes off towards Allison Road.]

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[As if Skye had to be told twice. Wrapping her arms around Clara's waist, her grip tightened a little at the engine revved up. The time it took back to Skye's was considerably faster than walking, but also a lot colder. Once they pull up to the road Skye lives on, she points out which house is hers.

Getting off the bike once it was off, Skye laughs as she takes off the helmet.]

I need to get one of those.

[As if Skye knew how to ride one.]

[ohshutup]

Well, I'm in full support, obviously.

[She climbs off, and looks up at Skye's little house.]

Cute place.

[It's genuine and reverent; her own cottage looks like actual garbage in comparison.]

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I mean, it's pretty plain, but thanks.

[Digging into the pocket of her coat, Skye pulls out the keys to her house and looks over to Clara with a huge smile on her face.]

Cute hair.

[Obviously it's sarcasm because Clara's hair is completely windblown. Reaching over Skye tries to fix it quickly.]

[ohshutup]

[Clara smiles - a quiet, secret smile, like she's waiting for something - and watches as Skye unlocks the front door. The second the other girl's back is turned, stepping over the threshold, Clara reaches up and musses her hair to match.]

Yours, too. [Then, because she's an absolute nightmare of a person, Clara adds, ] Bet I can get it even cuter.

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[Clara really knows how to lay it on thick, and yet somehow it works for her. Turning around to face Clara after shutting the door, Skye isn't sure if she should make the first move or not. Not that she would admit it, but it's been a while since she's been with anyone, and even longer since she's been with someone for the first time.

Taking off her coat was probably a good first step though, right? Hanging it up on the coat rack, Skye can feel her confidence deflating just a little bit.]

I don't have a lot in the house, but do you want a drink?

[ohshutup]

Only if you do.

[Clara follows her host's example, sliding her jacket onto a hook.]

Anything but whiskey is fine.

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Damn. That's all I have.

[And that's a total lie. Smiling at her own, possibly terrible, joke, Skye nods her head in the direction of the kitchen.]

I have beer and vodka.