[Her eyes flit to his hand at her hip, thoughts wandering for just a moment to the unthinkable things that it is doing to her on the inside. It's a wonder that she's even managed to maintain her firm grip on the dart, or that she can find any of the balloons he speaks of at all when all she can see in her eyes is the red glow of the moon, and she has to blink away the memory that it stirs.
She says nothing as she lets him guide her hand, and she takes aim again.
Only this time, when she throws it, it doesn't land with a pop but rather, the dart goes whizzing past the board and hits the prize wall behind it instead, spearing right into the belly of a stuffed pumpkin before it flops unceremoniously to the ground.]
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She says nothing as she lets him guide her hand, and she takes aim again.
Only this time, when she throws it, it doesn't land with a pop but rather, the dart goes whizzing past the board and hits the prize wall behind it instead, spearing right into the belly of a stuffed pumpkin before it flops unceremoniously to the ground.]
Shit...
[That wasn't even close.]