<strong>Jim and Ali</strong><br/><br/>Jim wasn't sure what to make of her nervousness.  Until he realized...he nearly smacked his hand against his head, but stopped considering he had three darts in his hand.  She was underage for the bar.  You couldn't see it in her, because Ali was all woman, but he could sense it in Bree.  She had that young personality, still.  And he guessed with them being best friends that Ali was the same age, physically, if not in maturity.  Jim filed it away for the future.<br/><br/>"There's no need to be nervous, nobody will bother us here.  Let's just relax and play darts."  Jim watched Ali throw her last two darts.  "Not bad, you got 17 points, including that double you got on the first throw.  Too bad it was a double 3 and not a double 20."  Jim was trying to be light.  "You only need 284 more points."  Jim gathered his, well her, darts from the board and handed them back to her as he grabbed the bar darts and tossed them.  They were indeed crooked and warped, but Jim's skill level was enough to score a 20, a triple 18, and a 2.  "76 for me, 225 to go."<br/><br/>Out of the corner of his eye, as he went to collect the darts, Jim would have sworn that Ali was watching him...well not watching him, but<em>watching</em>him.  He sat down as she walked to the line.  He studied her form.  He was of two minds...her body was achingly perfect...her dart form was awful.