Monk finished up the snowman he was making. It wasn't because he was bored, but because it would be easier to spar with a partner than the air. That, and it would help clean up the area that he was using as a place for practice. The empty circle left a ring for him to move around in, leaving frozen permafrost to walk on. He sat down on the frozen ground, a cold sweat layering on him. Reaching behind him, he took out the bottle that contained his only nourshiment. About two gallons of water. He thought back on the times that they would all sit around the bar, everyone getting drunk around him as he would try and not seem that out of place, even though he was holding a glass full of a ice water, not a foaming beer. Holding up the bottle, talking to the only two companions he had, "To the day. I'm glad that we all made it home in one piece, and I pray that we can all do this again."

He lowered the bottle as he expected to hear his friends reply their usual fashon, either with an "aye aye!" or a wierd noise, depending on the time of the toasts. Hearing nothing, ne nodded and took a sip of the water, trying to spread it out.

It wouldn't be long now. As soon as the water was gone, the countdown would begin.

(( Wraith's just that trusting... and he's only here to drink, after all. :p ))

Wraith simply nods while swallowing his shot, then motions for a refill while sitting back to take a look around. Spotting a dartboard on the far wall behind Angel, he raises an eyebrow and glances at Kaitlin. "Game for a round'a darts?"

OOC: Well, that's a good point. Hell, we all went there to drink...some of us are just paranoid....or crazy...or both.

BIC: Kaitlin cocked an eyebrow at Wraith. "It's your funeral" she said grinning as she finished off her current glass of beer and stood up, heading over to the dart board.

Wolf, sensing an opportunity to make money, not that he cared if he lost any anyways (OOC: He was a successful merc after all), opened up his wallet and threw down a $20.

"$20 on Kaitlin; any takers?" he said.

Like I'm really going to bet against my girlfriend...who could pin me to the wall with various sharp objects if she felt like it. he added to himself.

Angel held up 40$. "I'll see your 20, and raise you another 20. Wraith!? If you mess this up, no more chicken wings for you!"

Angel put his money on the table, and turned slightly to watch.

Greg held up another 20. (OOC: I'll edit in the colors later) "Twenty on Wraith as well."

Somehow I think Wraith will pin Angel to the bar with the darts should he lose... Wolf thought as he produced three more $20s. "I see the 20 and the other 20 and the other 20, and match it." he said to Angel and Greg.

"Hey, guys, guys... let's not got carried away here!" Wraith chuckles before the dartboard, motioning with his hands and smiling. "It's just a game, remember?"

He looks back at Kaitlin and then motions with his hand ahead of him. "Ladies first."

(( I'll leave the results up to you, Wolf. :) ))

OOC: Hmm...I have a plan...and it's not a cop-out either. Bear in mind we can't have something like 3 straight bulls-eyes each person...because they've been drinking.


BIC: As Kaitlin stepped up to throw. Wolf put out his hands. "Bettings over, gents." he said. "You know the rules," he said to Kaitlin and Wraith (OOC: Even though I freakin' don't, but for my plan they have to be as follows) "Three throws. Alternate after each throw. Winner is the one with the most points. Also...the winner can't throw darts at the person or persons who bet against them."

Kaitiln nodded and threw her first dart.

Kaitlin's first dart hit the 3x area of the 20 pt. section (OOC: No, I don't know dartboard terms, stick with me on this.)

Angel wiped his brow.

"Woo. Good to know you can't be killed for betting against family."

He leaned into the seat. "I feel suddenly safer."

OOC: Zephir told me to write out the whole thing, so here's the rest of it.

BIC: Wraith's first throw hit the bullseye dead center. Not showing any signs of nervousness. Kaitlin's second dart managed to find it's way into the outisde circle of the bullseye. Wraith's second dart also hit the outside circle of the bullseye. (OOC: Score is Kaitlin: 85, Wraith: 75 at this point). With a smirk of self confidence, Kaitlin let her last dart fly, and it embedded itself next to Wraith's dart that had hit the center bullseye.

Wolf smirked a bit. It's pretty much over at this point...still Wraith has good throwing accuracy...

Faced with either a loss or a tie, Wraith chose the latter. His last dart hit the triple ring of the 20 point zone, ending the match in a tie.

The three who had bet on the match cast glances at each other. Wolf simply said, "All right...we'll call it a draw."

OOC: See...not so much a cop-out as it just happens that way.

(( I always figured she and him were probably pretty much evenly matched... :) ))

Wraith smiles and turns back to face her. "Good arm."

(( ...What? I just feel like sleeping right now. ;-; ))