Yeah, Kate feels the black eyes boring through her to somewhere else. She knows without seeing that the scowl on that other angry mouth matches hers. The thing is, she doesn't care. She's had enough beer to dull the itchy-prickly skin-crawl of being looked through like one of the ghost-people.
So she keeps tossing darts, one after another. Back to the dartboard to pluck them out, and back to the line to pitch them again. Anyone not paying attention might think she was drunk, but the darts kept hitting closer and closer and closer, each round a tighter cluster on the gold and center red.
It's about fifteen minutes, maybe a half an hour, before she turns to signal one of the ghost-people for another beer. When she does, she catches the girl's eyes, anger to anger, and then lets a smirk curl the corners of her mouth. "You playing or just sitting there watching me whip imaginary ass all night?"
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So she keeps tossing darts, one after another. Back to the dartboard to pluck them out, and back to the line to pitch them again. Anyone not paying attention might think she was drunk, but the darts kept hitting closer and closer and closer, each round a tighter cluster on the gold and center red.
It's about fifteen minutes, maybe a half an hour, before she turns to signal one of the ghost-people for another beer. When she does, she catches the girl's eyes, anger to anger, and then lets a smirk curl the corners of her mouth. "You playing or just sitting there watching me whip imaginary ass all night?"