“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but you really are terrible at this,” Leon says, tugging darts from the board. Leon, though not the greatest of bar game players, had been enjoying some moderate success at the dart board. His father used to play it - the man had a board set up on his boat and one in his garden shed when Leon had been growing up, so the man had played his fair share of games.
Leon was a few Guinnesses in so he was starting to get a little mouthy - nothing too rude, of course. He was just... More relaxed than usual, joking around easier than he normally would. He grins to himself as he steps back to the mark, lining up his aim nice and easy before he starts throwing.
“I mean, I’m no expert so the fact that you’re makin’ me look good is kinda sad.”
