<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/b378/iugggcdoaop702z6g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Courtney</span></span></strong></div></div>Steffy won't go down easy?<br/><br/>*giggle snort* I cover my mouth to suppress further giggling, (well sort of). I can't believe I snorted! I never snort! How does one recover from a snort? Self depreciation, of course. Steffy doesn't go down easy?<br/><br/>"Well that makes one of us."<br/><br/>Apparently that double entendre was like an ancient trigger that scrambled all the languages, because for the next several minutes, I have little clue what's being said. I mean it sounds Englishy, there's English sounding words and syllables in there, but ... Huh? And that's precisely what I said to Jaclyn.<br/><br/>"Ummm ... What?" Ok, so it wasn't<em><strong>precisely</strong></em>what I said, but you get the idea.<br/><br/>I mean I didn't panic about it at all, but I did, for just the briefest of split seconds, think that I was having some sort of weird memory episode that was causing me not to recognize certain words. I don't think it showed, and I quickly picked up on what was going on after that, but I will say my heart skipped half a beat in there somewhere.<br/><br/>At least we're getting down to darts, or the practice thereof. I watch Jaclyn's practice throws and am at least a bit relieved to see that she's not an expert. Her first shot misses completely, and her other two hit the board, but not really close to one another. So three darts we get, apparently.<br/><br/>While she sorts out the scoring, I grab three other darts, and look around to see who's watching me, then look to Steffy while nervously *biting my lip.* I stand about where I think Jaclyn was standing, and close one eye to aim. This ... doesn't feel familiar at all.<br/><br/>I bring my arm back and then forward, but the throw doesn't feel right, and I wind up double clutching the throw, sending the dart sailing low. Way low. Like sticking out of the wall at feet level low. I grimace at that inauspicious start, and feel my face turn red. I don't even want to turn around to look at anyone else. The second throw wasn't much better sticking a solid foot below the board.<br/><br/><em>"Fuck."</em>I say, under my breath in frustration. It's all in fun ... it's all in fun...<br/><br/>I line up my last shot, and it felt much different ... more natural. I watched it almost in slow motion as at arced dead center towards the board and ... hit the the bottom curve of the number 5. Progress? I walk up and retrieve my darts, then walk back looking at Steffy, gauging her reaction.<br/><br/>"I sense waitressing in the near future." *pout*