[She grabs another bottle from the cooler case behind the bar, considering tossing it to him before deciding against it and sliding it across the bar, turning around just in time to see him moving her darts to the bottom of the board.
She smirks, bracing a hand against her hip.]
Huh, looks like my aim's all shot to hell, doesn't it? Must be having an off day.
action;
She smirks, bracing a hand against her hip.]
Huh, looks like my aim's all shot to hell, doesn't it? Must be having an off day.