The sound of the dart needle connecting with a thunk sends a rush through my blood. I sunk another one. I’m the king of the world. I haven’t had this much fun in months. “What did I get?” I ask Rob. “Uh…you missed.” “Like hell I did! I heard it hit,” I argue, taking a swig of one of the beers he brought over. “Y-yeah,” he chuckles. “Um, it hit the wall again.” Chewing on my lip, I consider the report. “How far away from the dartboard this time?” “Mm, like three inches to the left?” “Oh, fuck yeah! That’s pretty good. You watch. I’ll be sinking bull’s eyes in no time.”
