<strong>Jim</strong><br/><br/>The match had been long and hard fought, but in the end Jim had been victorious.  He looked for everyone as he came back and saw Ali sitting close by and watching him.  He had been so engrossed in the game that he had never noticed.  Good thing, too, because if he has been aware than Ali was watching him, it would have been a short, horrific loss.  It took him a moment to see where Bree was.  She was sitting off at a table with Will.  They were talking and apparently enjoying themselves, alone.  Jesus, that didn't take long.  Well, Jim was no jerk.  If he had to play wingman, he could.  He just hoped that he didn't embarrass himself with Ali.<br/><br/>"Hey...Ali.  What did you think?  Not bad, huh?  Did you want to try?  I'll play you a game."  Jim knew that conversation would not be his strong point.  Maybe a game of darts would be a great way to give Will some time will Bree.  It never even occurred to Jim that Ali was already leaving them alone.<br/>