Jim w/Ali<br/><br/>Jim's heart soared.  Ali just said he was cute and that she wanted to get to know him.  For a moment Jim felt a little light-headed and he was certain it wasn't the beer.  But before he could even formulate a response, self doubt began to creep in.  Why would she, who could get any man in this bar...except perhaps Will at this point...to buy her drinks all night, be nervous around him.  It sounded like a bit of a set-up.  And Jim did what he always did in these situations, he closed up tight.<br/><br/>"Thank you for saying so, but you don't have to.  I get it.  You're running wingman...err wingwoman for Bree.  I should have known.  I thought I was winging you and you were winging me."  Jim laughed at his own stupid joke.  "But it's ok, we're cool.  You don't need to play the pity points. Strangely enough, it was fun."  Jim stepped over to the dartboard, nerves calm again, checked the score and hit the points he needed to win.  "Thanks for the game.  I'll see you at work.  We'll chat or something..."<br/><br/>Jim headed for the exit, throwing Will a quick wave as he headed out.  It wouldn't be until much later, when he was at home, that he would realize that Ali still had his tournament darts.