[ Dorian can only partially agree in regards to his own career back home, but it makes a difference and is larger than himself- that matters more than his own personal enjoyment. ]
Oh, I’m no professional. I’ve only done this a handful of times in the last year or two.
[ Dorian is more than a little aware that he's a man with very much to lose if he agrees to bet on something, so clothing seems a nice, slow start. Plus, Butcher's jacket wouldn't look terrible if it was off. ]
Of course. I believe the game is 301? Lets shoot to go first, closest to the bullseye starts.
[ It's been nearly a year, he never use to come here for this and because the man who used to manage it is no longer in the city, he's been less inclined to stop by. Still, he can aim a dart and throw, it's not terribly complicated. ]
[Low stakes betting is fine with him. He's just looking for a wee bit of fun, some company... and then seems like a good way to get it. He throws the dart, hitting close enough to the bullseye, but not on the mark.]
[ He weighs the dart in his hand and then steps up to the line, rocking the dart back and forth as he aims. It flies and his fingers are pointed at the bullseye, but the dart is so close to the edge it nearly bounces off the frame. ]
Well now... good thing that wasn't for points. Your go.
[ Dorian sighs and chuckles, fetching his dart and stepping out of the way so Butcher can shoot. ]
[He teases lightly, lips curling up a he lines up his next shot and-- well, it hits the board. He's a wee bit out of practice, excuse him. He huffs out a chuckle.]
Maybe we need a few more drinks to go along with this, eh?
[ Dorian chuckles at his initial shot and watches one of Butcher’s darts hit the board. ]
Beer or something heavier?
[ he’s in the mood for something easy to drink and not get him too drunk too fast, but if they really want to make this fun, there’s a bottle of whiskey behind the bar that he’s been eyeing. ]
[ it doesn’t take Dorian long to procure the bottle and two glasses. He casts a soft bit of magic to decorate each glass with a large cube of ice and then he’s pouring them their drinks. ]
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alotmorehorrible) wrote2022-12-23 07:36 pm
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Sounds like an awful big job.
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[You know what they say about doing what you love.
He gives a nod towards the darts.]
You play often? Just wanna know if I'm up against a pro or not.
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[ Dorian can only partially agree in regards to his own career back home, but it makes a difference and is larger than himself- that matters more than his own personal enjoyment. ]
Oh, I’m no professional. I’ve only done this a handful of times in the last year or two.
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Well, then... let the best man win, eh?
[He's not that bothered, if he wins or loses. He suspects he'll still get some drinks and nice enough company regardless.]
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[ for all he knows, Butcher could be some kind of pro. ]
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[He's not a pro, no. But he's had a bit of practice... he's feeling a bit good about his odds here.]
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[ Dorian picks up a dart, weighing it in his hand before twirling it between his thumb and pointer finger. ]
Could bet clothes?
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[He huffs out a laugh and nods.]
Alright, fair. We see how good we are, we can always up the stakes, eh?
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Of course. I believe the game is 301? Lets shoot to go first, closest to the bullseye starts.
[ It's been nearly a year, he never use to come here for this and because the man who used to manage it is no longer in the city, he's been less inclined to stop by. Still, he can aim a dart and throw, it's not terribly complicated. ]
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[Low stakes betting is fine with him. He's just looking for a wee bit of fun, some company... and then seems like a good way to get it. He throws the dart, hitting close enough to the bullseye, but not on the mark.]
Huh, well. Let's see how you do, eh?
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Well now... good thing that wasn't for points. Your go.
[ Dorian sighs and chuckles, fetching his dart and stepping out of the way so Butcher can shoot. ]
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[He teases lightly, lips curling up a he lines up his next shot and-- well, it hits the board. He's a wee bit out of practice, excuse him. He huffs out a chuckle.]
Maybe we need a few more drinks to go along with this, eh?
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Beer or something heavier?
[ he’s in the mood for something easy to drink and not get him too drunk too fast, but if they really want to make this fun, there’s a bottle of whiskey behind the bar that he’s been eyeing. ]
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[Butcher's not a picky drunk, but hey. They're supposed to be having fun, right? And to him, everything's a bit more fun with something heavier.]
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[ it doesn’t take Dorian long to procure the bottle and two glasses. He casts a soft bit of magic to decorate each glass with a large cube of ice and then he’s pouring them their drinks. ]
Let’s see if this helps us improve…