Wolf, the recurring champion in the game of dart, was stretching his hands and bending his head in preparation for a new round. Undefeated for ten games, he was pushing for a personal record. Jerry gave him a pint of beer from behind and he had only took a sip before pouring it down on the one who had just lost the game to him. "Who's next?" said Wolf, collecting his money from the crowd.
"I'd like to try," said the girl who was being squeezed between two sweaty and chubby bikers in the front row. She took off her red leather jacket and threw it aside on the snooker table.
Wolf looked down at the her, "What's you name, doll," his smile revealed the glaring white teeth.
"Melissa," she shook hand with the Wolf.
"Well, Melissa, do get yourself some tissues first, I'm afraid you're going to need it."
Melissa shrugged. "Not if I hit the bullseye."
"This girl wants to bite, I see. Don't get your hopes up, though," Wolf picked up his darts from his back pocket. Melissa was given the same darts other contestants had used.
The crowd believed there was something sinister with the dart given by the bartender, but Melissa didn't even flinched when she threw her first dart that had struck perfectly at the rim outside the bullseye. There was a loud gasp followed by a second of silence.
Wolf didn't like the silence. He liked it raw and hot and noisy, like his sizzling steak with the bubbling sauce on a red hot iron plate. "Showtime, baby, showtime," he sniped a wink to the beer girl and kissed his dark on the rear. He took his time rubbing the plastic body of his dart, hands jerking slowly back and forth. Finally he took a deep breath, shut his left eye, and threw it right into the board.
The crowd believed there was something sinister with the dart given by the bartender, but Melissa didn't even flinched when she threw her first dart that had struck perfectly at the rim outside the bullseye. There was a loud gasp followed by a second of silence.
Wolf didn't like the silence. He liked it raw and hot and noisy, like his sizzling steak with the bubbling sauce on a red hot iron plate. "Showtime, baby, showtime," he sniped a wink to the beer girl and kissed his dark on the rear. He took his time rubbing the plastic body of his dart, hands jerking slowly back and forth. Finally he took a deep breath, shut his left eye, and threw it right into the board.
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