Leah knew she was being baited, but she was mellow enough not to go for the throat. Instead, she scoffed softly under her breath and set her glass down with a firm snap of base against wood.

"You want them that badly, you can have them," she quipped with a roll of her eyes, holding her hand out for the darts. "They're ugly anyway." They weren't, not really, she just really didn't want to be wearing them. She missed, sorely missed wearing plain, boring old blue jeans.