@margotlachapelle ❈ closed
The breath was stolen right from his chest as another dart whizzed past right before his pointy nose. Large eyes followed its path over to the circular board, of which the dart found a home smack dab in the tiny red circle in its center. Bullseye. Again.
He should have known better than to challenge a sharpshooter to a round of darts, but he quite liked their little unofficial ritual. Bullseye gets a round bought by the loser.
Bhari signaled to the barmaid for two more pints be brought their way, then returned to the little table to finish the remainder of his last one.
“One of these days it’ll be you buying me a round,” he said to Margot through a smile. “Today is not that day, clearly.”

















