Nadine | Evan, Midnight
She had half a mind to tell him off for making her come up with a list of hobbies for him, but logic dictated if she found him something else to occupy his time, he might leave her alone more, and maybe she wouldn't hear so many of his loud friends when she was trying to sleep.
"Alright, fine. What are your interests." Nadine supposed that was probably a relevant question to ask someone who lived with you, but since he'd been dumped on her the way he had, she hadn't ever particularly been in the mood to play the getting to know you game with him.
She snorted into her drink, mid sip when he made his discussion. "We don't have a dart board. It's here or nowhere." She actually was a fair hand at darts, if only because she spent a lot of time throwing things when she got frustrated. She'd gotten quite good at throwing pencils at her bulletin board, usually aimed at an article that was giving her trouble, or a photo of some politician she was covering who she didn't particularly like.