Another teal dart smacks right in the center of the board. Her friend stares in awe, standing up to give it a shot. She prepares her arm, putting it in a throwing position. Her arm comes forward and she let's go. The dart soars in an arch and land on the wall underneath the board.

"Darn it!" She snaps in frustration, stomping to the chair and plopping down in anger.

"Your fault, not the dart," she flips one of her red locks over her shoulder, "guess you aren't as good as me."

Her nostrils flare and she grumbles, "No dip, sherlock."

"Anyways," she looks around unsure of what to entertain her friend with, "want to go get a drink?"

***

"I've never ordered before. Choose anything for me, i wont mind. And if you have to prove you're of age," she digs into her mini purse, "here is my drivers license."

While her friend orders, she is too busy watching men throw darts. They tend to miss the bulls-eye every time. Pathetic. One man throws and it gets in the 10 zone. Finally, she can't have it and walks over.

"You guys are pathetic," she growls, "I could beat all of you "

They all look at her like she is 3. Finally, a bald man in rugged jeans and a random T-shirt comes over.

"Whats your name, little lady?" He spits in her face.

"Merida!" She spits.

He gives a sly grin and booms, "Alright, whoever wins is given 100 dollars from each of you. And...Merida's hand. Only if the lady is alright with that."

She give a determined nod and takes off her leather jacket to reveal her ACDC shirt. Taking a hairtie from her wrist, she wraps her hair up into a messy bun.

Her first throw was a nervous slip up. Merida's sweaty palms made the dart fly onto a 10 section of the board. Which wasn't bad if she got better. The smacked right by the bulls-eye, barley missing.

Then, while everyone was getting no higher than 70, she got 4 100s in a row. It wasn't hard to realize she won.

"I wasn't going to marry you fools. I was gonna win either way," she gloated while collecting her hundred dollars, "y'all are at least 30 and single. Pathetic."

She headed back to her friend and noticed the drinks had arrived. Merida's friend jumped up and hugged her.

"I was scared for a mintue, but you slayed girl!" She giggled.

Merida grabbed the beer bottle that was sitting there for her and took a swig. It tasted like a dead mouse and apples were rotting in her mouth. She spit it out on the ground. The after taste was putrid. Luckily she didn't barf.

"Well, I'mnamed Merida for a reason."