Kevin watched Sean's first shots with interest. Not bad, not bad. Might actually get a little challenge out of this.
He took another sip of Guinness number one and smiled. "Come on, mate. You don't think we spend all of our time in the kitchen, do you? Soon as we get cleaned up, we'd head down the pub and complain about our bosses, just like everyone else!"
He took his first throw. It hit the board, not the target. "Bloody ship. It's like starting out sauced instead of earning it over the course of the night."
Like Sean's, his second throw was a bit better, but still barely on the outermost ring. "So what do you do when you're not guarding bodies? Hustle people at darts?" His third throw was off as well. Obviously he needed more beer.