Summary: O'Brien figures out a way to keep Julian from winning at darts
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"I finally figured out a way to keep Julian from winning at darts," O'Brien said.
"How?" asked Quark.
O'Brien smiled. "Watch. In the mean time, give me a bloodwine."
"Bloodwine?"
"You'll see."
Quark handed to glass to O'Brien who passed it onto Bashir.
"What's this?" Julian asked.
"In between throws, you have to drink one of these."
"Are you serious?" Julian asked, shocked.
"Yes."
Julian shrugged and threw the first dart. Bull's eye. He drank the bloodwine. When his turn came again, he turned to the board and threw. A startled scream was heard as the dart pierced the wall.
Part two
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Quark told O'Brien.
O'Brien held up his hand. "Just wait." He handed Bashir another glass. "Drink up."
Julian obeyed and handed the glass back to O'Brien.
O'Brien took the glass. "Go ahead, Julian."
"Just avoid the customers and the Dabo girls," Quark instructed.
Julian smiled lopsidedly at Quark and then went to throw the dart, right at Quark.
O'Brien pointed Julian towards the board. "The dartboard is over here."
"Of course," Julian muttered, wobbling to the board.. He let the dart fly. This time it hit the Bull's eye. Julian smiled.
Part three
O'Brien looked at Julian with his mouth wide open. "How did you-?"
"Now, did you really think that I wouldn't be able to handle a little bloodwine, Miles?" Julian asked, as he tried to pry the dart out of the wall.
"A little?" Quark asked.
"But the second one missed," O'Brien said.
"I did that on purpose. Your little plan didn't work," Julian replied, laughing as he got the dart loose.
Then, he fell to the floor.
"It looks like he passed out," O'Brien said, as he leaned over Julian.
"Looks like he can't handle a little bloodwine," Quark muttered.