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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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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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