"You got a look in your eyes," Rodeo told her, shrugging his shoulders. She had a power about her, a strength that a man would have to be foolish to ignore. He knew a lot of fellas were dense enough to not notice it, but Rodeo saw it. She was a beautiful thing, but she was deadly. "And 'cause the motherfucker's a douchey little toolbag. I know you was tempted, you had to be. What I'm curious about is why you spared him."
"Alright," Rodeo conceded, backing down. She was a delicate case. Usually a lady at least was slightly intrigued when he showed off the fact that he had cash in his pocket, but he wasn't exactly surprised that it didn't make a difference to Charlie. He took the shot for himself, considering his next move. He glanced around, then nodded towards another dartboard across the bar from where his buddies were playing. "You wanna play a round, sweetheart?"