Feb 13, 2018
it was supposed to be a typical, uneventful night at the redrum, if it weren’t for the crowd gathered around a small brunette and opponent. it was a mistake to push her buttons and say she couldn’t take 7 shots of tequila and play when she was raised in an all-boys household; at least to anyone that knew her, because she was too feisty for her own good when challenged. “if i hit a bullseye, you have to pay a round for everyone in this bar,” she dared with a confident smirk, spinning the red colored darts in her hands. “- is your wallet feeling heavier now?” she teased.
