The bar was half-empty, off from the busiest end of port and apparently not too frequented at four in the morning. Two drunkards were tucked sleeping in corners, less than half the stools filled. Calais had been looking for something to do for two hours, too dissatisfied with the boredom of her first day back at port to give in for sleep this early. Might as well have some fun.
Calais reared her arm back and let the last knife fly, watched as it pinned to the center with a triumphant grin. She reached down to her right, picking back up the handle of rum she’d procured and taking a swig.
“If you can make that-“ her right arm pointed directly at the two knives sunk in the center of the target and a third off by a few inches, her left wiping her mouth, “-a draw, I’ll buy everyones next round!”