@onehelluvashot
The chatter within the establishment roared with such enthusiasm that Malarkey could swear the windows rattled. Drinking glasses crashed together. Men laughing, smoking, spitting stories as if it was just a normal day. Malarkey, however, was not laughing. His brown eyes remained focused on the board in front of him. Fingers pinching tightly to the dart. “Watch and learn, boys.” There was confidence in his throw, but as the dart fell just below and punctured the wall the confidence faded.














