[Kaladaar]

Tired from a long day of chasing space herpes, I enter slowly. (this place being so new to me, I need to be extra careful)

I take my first steps towards the bar when my eyes catch something flying towards me. A large dart whizzes past my nose and I duck. It silently continues along towards its intended target. I stand, silent, watching as it makes a slow curve, then stopping abruptly as it hits the bull's-eyes on the floating dart board.

'Wow' I think to myself, I wish I could make my darts curve like that.

A loud voice is heard to boom over the dull roar of the bar crowd, "Bull's-eye, my game. OK, who else wants to get humiliated?"

'Not me, I'm not even in the same league' I whisper softly to myself as I make my way to the bar. Looking at the large selection of drinks, I make my decision, "Gimme some of that blue stuff"

The hairs on the back of my neck tense up slightly as I can almost hear the collective thoughts of everyone in the place saying, "Rookie!"

I smile and think, 'At least I didn't trip coming in.'

[ January 24, 2003, 21:17: Message edited by: Kaladaar ]