<strong>Jim and Ali</strong><br/><br/>Well that went better than Jim could have hoped.  He didn't trip over his tongue and Ali seemed to enjoy the match.  She was even thoughtful enough to bring his beer over.  "Thanks for bringing my beer, I am parched."  Jim took the beer and drank a couple of good long pulls.  Nothing manly, he was just thirsty.  "C'mon, let's go over here."  Jim indicated a dartboard a little ways over where the crowd was a little less.  At least no one would be watching them much and Ali could feel less nervous in case she wasn't very good.  "Here, I'll give you a handicap.  These are my darts."  Jim handed her his set of tournament darts.  The were perfectly weighted and the fletchings were colored like the Red Baron's Biplane.  "I'll use the bar darts, they might be just crooked enough to give you head....a headstart."  Jim just winced.  Couldn't last five fucking minutes could you, he thought.  Outwardly, he just laughed it off.  "You take honors, we'll play 301, loser buys the next round."  Jim let that sit for a moment before he came back..."just kidding.  I know you can usually get guys to buy you drinks, this was my way of getting a beautiful woman to buy me drinks."