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“No. Thanks.” He looked at the five drinks, then turned toward the table and waved at Sawyer.
Sawyer came to the bar and smiled at the shots. “Okay. Happy Birthday to you.” They took the drinks and made their way through the crowd back to the table.
As they sat down, Sage looked at the shots. “I really do have to be the designated driver tonight.”
J.T. took a drink of his beer. “Joey is here. With her sister.”
Sawyer laughed. “No way.”
Sage shook her head. “I thought her father owned a bar.”
“He does. But if our father owned a bar. Would you go there to drink?”
“Probably not.” She turned in her seat. “Where is she?”
J.T. hissed at her. “Turn back around. Shit.”
“Sorry.”
Sawyer looked at J.T. “Do we need to leave?”
“No. She’s not running me out of here. We were here first.”
“And we’re super mature about it.”
“Shut up.”
Sawyer held up his shot. “Happy Birthday.”
They both drank their shots and Sage took a drink of her margarita, then smiled at J.T. “Time for some darts.”
“We just got here.”
“I know. But when I beat you, I don’t want you to blame it on the tequila. Which I assume there’s going to be more of.”
J.T. took another drink of beer, then stood. The dartboard was in plain sight of Joey’s table. She’d see him sooner or later. “I can beat you drunk, sober, unconscious…”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” They headed for the dartboard mounted on the wall.
Sawyer called out after them. “I’ll play the winner. And by that I mean, J.T.”
Sage stopped long enough to flip him off, then followed J.T.
J.T. smiled at Sage and held out three darts. “You can have the first turn.”
“No, birthday boy. You go first. I insist.”
“Okay.” He took a moment, then threw his first dart and hit the single bullseye. As did the second dart. His third throw was in the triple ring of the fourteen wedge giving him an additional forty-four points. He grinned at Sage. “Let’s see you beat that.”
She went to retrieve the darts, then returned to the line. She threw her darts and ended with a score of forty-six points against his ninety-four. She glanced at him.
“I’m just warming up.”
He laughed. “Me too.”
With two double bullseyes and three single bullseyes, along with a few more good shots, J.T. won the game after four rounds.
“And that’s how it’s done, Little Sis.”
