My Roommate is a horrible darts player:
An'na rubbed her hands together and placed them between her thighs as she and Ludwig waited for their beers. It was a cold evening, but Ludwig was in desperate need of a drink and an excuse to not be home.
When Gilbert suggested that they get a beer together, Ludwig agreed but never mentally set a date. But tonight, after dealing with being the center of attention from embarrassing college stories, a beer would do him good. Damn his brother, always looking for a way to make jokes at his expense.
"It's cold," An'na's statement drew him from his own thoughts. He nodded as their beers were placed in front of them.
"It's winter," Ludwig answered, still a bit distracted.
An'na rolled her eyes, taking her beer with gloved hands, "No shit, because the snow outside didn't tell me that."
Ludwig finished his beer in a few sips and singled for another, "Your statement, 'it's cold', was responded with an equally obvious one."
An'na made a face, twirled her half empty glass of beer and looked around the bar. It was fairly full considering it was a weekday, but it didn't matter to Ludwig either way. He had beer and that was enough for him.
They passed the time with relatively steady small talk, which was enough to get Ludwig's mind off of a certain Italian. Beers kept coming, him more than her since she opted to be the designated driver. They laughed, and much to Ludwig's surprise her laugh was very light unless something was really funny, then it was high-pitched and in spurts but not annoyingly so. Like when she challenged him to darts after spotting the darts board. Although Ludwig was technically more intoxicated, it was An'na who broke one of the darts because her aim was horrendous.
"Oh come on, " she whined, grabbing her darts from the floor, "this is bull."
Ludwig chuckled, balancing both beer and darts in one hand, the other causally crossing his chest, "You're putting too much force into it. Just throw."
"I am, just throwing," she tried again and it actually made it to the black rim of the dartboard. "Well, would you look at that?"
Ludwig stepped up to take his turn, "I've been meaning to asking," he threw and it landed far closer to the bull's-eye that An'na's dart, "Where do you work?"
"At the children's hospital, in the cancer center" she stood a bit in front of him (as if this would secure her chances of hitting the bull's-eye), "I do fun stuff with them, most arts and crafts"
"Like a nurse?"
She shook her head in the negative and threw her dart, which hit the wall, "Think of it like a daycare center in the hospital. I'm there to make them feel normal and do, you know, kids stuff. "
Ludwig nodded, the job seemed fitting. He finished his beer then finished beating her, by a landslide, in darts. When they made it home, some time after 2 a.m., Ludwig had successfully relieved himself of his brother's jokes and bonded with his roommate all in one night. Some say laughter does the heart good like medicine. Well, these people obviously didn't have Gilbert for a brother. Otherwise, they would know that a good beer and a good person to share it with does way better than laugher alone.