Re: Rory / O'Brien / Open
He smirked, "good." He took another drink, still watching her take careful aim with the dart. "It suits you," he offered her a smile, even if it might not have been caught, since he was behind his glass of whiskey and all. He wasn't sure what number he was on, but he wasn't keeping track tonight. He was fully prepared to drink as much as he possibly could before more than likely passing out, or stumbling up to the stacks that he often played cards with Eloise in, to go to sleep.
His brows went up in a bit of surprise when he saw the dart hit the board. He couldn't really tell what she'd hit, but it looked pretty good for a start. "Not bad, Brooklyn," he nodded, "so you didn't have your own patients, yet, and all of that?" He looked down at the dart when she held it out to him, and grinned with amusement before shaking his head, "No." He chuckled, "I'll make a fool of myself," He lifted his eyes back up to her and shook his head, "I'm this close," he held up his thumb and pointer finger about an inch-ish apart for an example, "to seeing two--possibly three of you. Do you honestly think I could even hit that tiny board over there with a dart?"
He took the dart after a beat or two anyway. It was a fun night. So what if he made a fool of himself? No one else in the place had room to judge. He'd already seen a few people throwing up, they'd drank so much. "What kind? Anything really cool like a heart transplant?"
He smiled at her unlady-like snort, and slid off the stool to his feet. He brought his glass back up to his lips to finish off the whiskey before setting it back to the bar top. "With dart skills like yours, those zombies should be fucking running in the other direction. You've either got pretty decent aim.. or you've done this before." Wait. that was kind of the same thing. Fuck it.
His brows furrowed with concentration as he looked across at the dart board, focusing on it as he stepped closer to where Rory had made her throw. "Seriously. Is it the board on the right or the left?" He teased. Mostly.
He held up the dart, decided to go with the board that was mostly blurring itself around toward the left, and gave the damn thing a throw.