@nicobarone
Location: undisclosed bar
It was a mere flicker in the corner of her eye. Movement from the other side of the dimly lit bar as a few of the roudier patrons fell to a dull simmer, shuffled a little closer to one another as if giving every ounce of open space to the newcomer. Dilated pupils grew ever more as shock befell some, confusion so many more. Was it so u heard of that Nico Barone himself returned to the dive bars they once frequented together? The dart flew from lithe fingertips, poised with a certain grace that didn't feel right, when paired with the air-headed facade Milena wore that night. All the better to swindle assholes out of their montly rent and then some. No bullseye, but it embedds itself into the board not hairs edge from her last. It's far too early to go hard and go home.
The third dart twirls between two digits, lips purse and tangle between her teeth in mock reference to a woman weighing up her options. It's not the game at play that holds her attention, however, that which settles into the floorboards as he moves, the change in atmosphere that burns like the hole in the back of her head. She takes aim at the board, one eye closed as if it might perfect the shot β but instead of letting it fly across the room she turns on the heel of her boot and pins Nico with a dull tip to his shoulder, "bullseye." She adds pressure, but only just before pulling the dart back, "I knew you remembered this place."













