[She takes the offered darts, setting her beer down on the nearest table this time. No sneaking sips for you, Tom.]

You'll owe me a story.

[She throws a dart. Bullseye.]

We've been friends for a little while now, right?

[She smirks and throws again. Bullseye number two.]

I like hearing about where people have been. Things they've seen. Where they come from.

[She throws a third, and it lands directly beside the first two, then follows it up with the rest, landing similarly close.]

Hmm. Looks like I'm making a comeback.