“Can’t exactly leave a woman in need go unheard now can I?” He asked, in his drunken stupor he didn’t even question that he was sure, in the back of his mind that she had thrown a dart before while he watched but he shrugged it off and walked over to her and placed his hand on her arm getting it at the right angle and bend. “Now, keep your arm like this and than throw it” He told her, placing a hand on her waist to help keep her steady and also for his own selfish needs.
“Make sure to use more of your wrist to flick.” He added as his breath hit her neck as he had come in close to her, trying to make sure her arm and hand were both in a good place to throw, and watched as the dart flew into the board, a better landing job than he had done earlier. Maybe he shouldn’t be helping her win. It would be bad for his coin purse after all. But where was the fun if there wasn’t a lose or win situation? On one hand he could let her win and he could pay but than she would know that he had thrown the game or he could win and have her pay and he’d have a free drink but than she might be a sore loser and want a rematch. Neither option when he got down to the details sounded good.
Stepping away from Meryll, his fingers trailing off her waist ever so slowly and rolling his shoulders, Bronn took a deep breath before he threw his own dart, landing it square in the middle even to his own surprise and he masked such things well, rubbing his index and thumb together. “You best be ready to pay up for those ales missy” Though he attributed his last throw to pure luck rather than his own skills due to being heavily intoxicated.
He stood right behind her, one hand manipulating her arm, the other rested very casually on her waist. Thank the gods she didn’t actually need his instructions for throwing a dart, because she was having a very hard time concentrating on anything he was saying.
He was so damned close she could feel his breath on her neck and she shivered despite the warmth. She could smell him too, like leather and whiskey and pine and the faint smell of sweat underneath.
They both watched the dart sail through the air and hit the board. Not a bullseye, but better than his own throw, at least. And then he was gone.
Meryll was almost glad he had to move away to throw his own dart – it gave her a chance to recover, slow her breathing again, and try not to look too wide-eyed.
But then she took her turn, without his help this time, and realized she could have used more time to recover from his nearness, as her dart hit the very edge of the board.
Gods, she could not let him win, especially inebriated as he was. She didn’t care about the wager– she didn’t have any coin on her anyway, so he was paying either way. But for him to win, it was unacceptable. She hadn’t been bested in a game of darts since she was old enough to go to the tavern without needing to sneak out of her bed in the middle of the night. Mind you, she had only been competing against her own kin, such as they were.
Thinking quickly, she picked up a dart and made sure she was within his line of sight before he threw his dart. And then, oops, she dropped the dart and bent over to pick it up just as he pulled his arm back to loose his throw.
How fortunate that she was wearing a fitted pair of breeches, stolen from one of the serving boys, rather than a gown. Easier to sneak out of the castle as a commoner. And better to show off her assets.
The small clank of the sound of something dropping near him made Bronn’s attention as he looked over to where the sound was his eyes focused on the one thing that held his attention and that was the shapely ass of one Meryll Frey and with his focus off he found his dart throw off as well, hitting the very outer circle just as he tried to refocus on the dart board. His eyes wondered back to Meryll finding her ass not bent over anymore and gave a slight frown before he found his way back to his drink, taking a sip of the ale before he ventured back to the dart board, giving Meryll a look as he came up to her again, this time his hand trailed over her neck to move some hair away from her face “It’d be easier to see if you don’t have that hangin’ in your face” he mumbled as his hand moved to smack her ass, playfully,
“That move’ll only work once i’m afraid. Good trick though. Now, I believe it’s your turn. Unless you need me to help you again…” He commented as he leaned up against a support beam, arms crossed over his chest as he stared at her intently.
Goldnwulf 