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Tweak says, "It’s him! Our teen stalker!"

Eliot Spencer (doesntlikeguns) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-05-05 19:29:00

Entry tags:

!open, anthony j. crowley, eliot spencer

Who: Eliot and OPEN
What: Darts and beer
Where: Pub near the apartments
When: Evening
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

The thunk of the dart hitting the target was muffled by the low murmur of conversation going on around him. Eliot took a long drink and set the glass on the tall table beside him. His hand drifted to the last dart, taking aim at the board again. He hesitated, then tossed the dart to his left hand. A quick line up and he threw it. The dart hit the board, just right of the target.

First Nate had ended up in the custody of the FBI, now he and Parker were stuck in Colligo again. Part of him had hoped, after posting to the boards, that it would turn out Nate had shown up with them, like last time. But there was no Nate, no Sophie, no Hardison. The grifter and the hacker were left to their own devices and he was left to the whims of a mysterious figure with a twisted sense of humor.

He needed a few hours out before he put a hole in the wall.

Eliot headed over to the board, pulling the darts out and backing up to his original position. As a waitress passed, he reached out to lightly grab her arm. "Could I have another one?" he asked, flashing her a smile as he pointed to the empty glass sitting on the table. When he turned back, there was a body between him and the board.

"Hey, could you move a few feet either way?"

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flashbastard
2010-05-19 01:01 pm UTC (link)

He took note of Eliot using his left hand and pointedly didn't bother looking closely enough at the man to see if that was his normal way of doing things or not. Sometimes, the demon had to admit, it was actually more fun to be kept on your toes rather than have it all figured out. Kept things interesting, if nothing else. "I appreciate it, mate," he replied lightly at the offer to go first.

Crowley's hand snaked across the first dart on the table before plucking it up. He held it loosely in his hand as though testing it to make absolutely certain it felt the same as the others he'd just tossed. In actuality, he was still torn between whether or not to toss the match. When no immediate answer seemed forthcoming, he simply tossed the dart with a sort of half-attempt (while seemingly focused, thank you six thousand years worth of learning how to mask his true intentions around humans) and let it land where it wished to go.

It struck somewhere near halfway between the outer edge of the board and the bullseye. Crowley's expression was schooled into a pleased one as he took another, casual sip of his drink. "Well," he remarked with a glance at Eliot, "I suppose it's better than missing the thing entirely, eh?"

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doesntlikeguns
2010-05-19 09:08 pm UTC (link)

Eliot stepped back to give Crowley room to throw and picked up his glass, watching the dart and the man throwing it over the edge of the glass as he tilted it up. His answer took a moment as he finished the swallow he'd taken and set the glass down. "A few points better, yeah," he replied. "The good thing is it's not always what you hit, but how much you hit."

Picking up one of the darts, he found a spot behind the faded line of paint on the floor. Once again, the dart went to his left hand as he lined up the shot. If they'd been playing for larger amounts, he would've gone with his dominant hand but a friendly wager gave him some practice time. He lined up the shot and threw the dart. It hit with a solid thump! between the bulls eye and the triple ring.

As he stepped back, he glanced over at Crowley. "So, you from around here?" The question wasn't meant in the usual way. Are you one of them or are you one of us? His guess was the latter but most of the Colligo residents were convincing until they were asked about the city. It was easier to just ask.

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