"Ready to lose, Peralta?!"

Amy turns around to glace at her fiancé with a daring look shining in her eyes and a confident smirk lighting up her face, a dart in her left hand.

"Oh, yeah. I'm ready to watch you lose, Santiago," Jake answers in the same tone and mischievous grin as he rests his chin on his clenched fist to emphasize his words.

He couldn't tell who got the idea of starting a game of darts during one of the squad's nights at Shaw's. All he knows is that an hour ago everyone was here, having drinks and chatting happily while now it's only he and Amy playing against one another and feeling very competitive.

Especially now that they're nearing the end of the game, with just one last dark to throw to determine who's the best between the two of them.

And, more importantly, to determine who's gonna have to invite Hitchcock and Scully to their upcoming bachelor/ette parties.

If Jake won the first round (unfortunately for her, 3-drink Amy and her constant need to dance weren't too compatible with such a game), Amy beat him – and by far – during the second round. Indeed, 4-drink Amy, or best known as Pervert Amy, does not restrain herself when Jake's around – even more so since he proposed to her, he recently noticed.

She perfectly knew how to distract him with the right words whispered against his ear or a discreet squeeze or slap of his butt when he was about to throw his dart, then. No need to say he missed all of his shots.

Jake tried to argue it was unfair and she cheated but Amy insisted with a suggestive wink there was no rule preventing her from using her charms. She left him with no choice but to surrender.

It's her turn again now, and she's just downed her fifth drink – meaning she's utterly confident she's going to win this last round and thus the entire game.

"I'm the best shooter of the entire NYPD," she (barely exaggeratingly) brags as she focuses back on the dartboard on the wall opposite her. "This, in comparison, is a piece of cake. I'm gonna crush you."

She looks at him, something dark and daring while letting out the last sentence. Despite the stakes and his own involvement in the game, Jake can't retain the fond smile that forms on his lips as he watches her.

Damn, he loves this woman so much. He still can't believe he's going to marry her in just about a few weeks now. He's for sure the luckiest person alive.

He can feel his heart warm up in his chest at the thought.

"Dammit!" Amy's frustrated voice rising into the air takes him out of his reverie. It makes Jake frown at first but then, when he glances at the dartboard and sees her dart stuck on the wall, his curious expression soon turns into a joyful one. A small laugh escapes his mouth as he looks at her and the pout that formed on her face.

(She's adorable.)

"Nice job, Santiago. If the game was to hit anything but the board, I'd say you might be winning," he teases as he stands up to throw his own dart. "But remind me what the actual rules are again?"

She lets out a sigh and glares at him, clearly not amused. It only makes Jake laugh more.

"Shut up. You haven't won yet."

Amy takes his place on the booth, crossing her arms over her chest. He still catches how the corners of her mouth quirk up a little despite herself.

"Oh but I will. Have fun at your bachelorette party with Hitchcock and Scully!" he says in a challenging tone, then puts his full attention on the dartboard in front of him.

His shot is nothing impressive but still better than Amy's – his at least ends up somewhere on the board, making him the winner of their game indeed.

"Ugh." He hears her annoyed grunt before he turns around to brag about his victory to her face. The words remain stuck in the back of his throat when he sees her grab his beer in defeat, though.

"Babe, I wouldn't do–…" He tries to stop her, but it's too late. She's already downing what's inside the small bottle – seemingly all in one gulp. "… that," Jake finishes his sentence as she puts the drink back down on the table.

"Go ahead. Brag all you want. You've earned it." She watches him in the eyes as he takes a seat by her side and she accepts her defeat.

Knowing he still has a few minutes before the effects of the alcohol kicks in and 6-drink Amy, aka. Sad Amy takes over his fiancé's mind, Jake doesn't wait for Amy to tell him twice to oblige.

"Thank you, babe. I think I've earned it too. Because, guess what? I won."

"That's unfair. I always lose everything," Amy whines, her head hidden in the crook of Jake's neck as he holds her close.

It's been a good ten minutes since her 6-drink counterpart took over, and he's been trying to calm her down since. He smiles a little at her words.

"Hey, that's not true." He lifts her head up a little, so that she can look at him while he talks. She shoots him a curious frown as she stares deeply at him. There are a few tears prickling inside her eyes and even though Jake knows it's only the alcohol talking, he can't help but feel bad and for his heart to clench in his chest. He truly hates seeing the love of his life being sad.

"Everything I've won so far are the things you let me," she says accusingly.

"Again, wrong. There are plenty of things you won on your own. You crushed your sergeant exam, for once. And remember Halloween, 2 years ago? You definitely won this one all by yourself. And it was a pretty dope win." He shoots her a knowing smile, trying to be reassuring. Amy's face lights up a little at that, and Jake counts it as his own personal victory. "And you know what else you won?" he goes on, motivated by her seemingly positive reaction.

She shakes her head, clueless.

"My heart." He brushes the ring on her left finger with the hand that's holding hers to emphasize his words. "And isn't that the biggest prize of all?" His smile turns into an amused grin.

It's probably the cheesiest thing he could say, but he doesn't really care; especially when he hears a small giggle finally escape Amy's mouth and it echoes through the now almost empty bar. That was his main goal.

(Plus, it's completely true. She did win his heart indeed.)

"Jake, this is so corny," she seems to agree with him.

She's still smiling slightly, though, and doesn't seem like breaking into tears like she was only mere moments ago.

Jake laughs. "What can I say? Being an engaged man changes you." He nudges at her knowingly.

Amy's face softens at the mention of their future wedding. It's shining brightly in the dim light of the bar. He catches how her smile grows bigger – fonder, even.

She takes her hand away from his to gently cup his cheek.

"I can't wait to marry you," she says in a soft voice full of love.

"I can't wait to marry you too."

Jake then leans in to press a small kiss on her mouth. "Mrs. Peralta," he whispers with a smile as they part, lips still close and foreheads touching.

"Santiago," she corrects. "I'm keeping my name."

Jake slightly draws away to better look at her as he speaks. "Should I take yours, then? Jacob Santiago…" He pauses for a second to think. "Does it sound good?" He seeks for Amy's approval, watching her intently. Suddenly, something switches inside her eyes and a new spark comes flashing in there.

Jake knows it means she just got an idea.

(He can't help but feel relieved the effects of her sixth drink seem to have completely washed off by now.)

"Well…" she trails off for a little suspense. "I guess we could judge that with another bet," she shoots him a daring, knowing smile.

It doesn't take long for Jake to get on board with the idea.

"I guess we could, yeah." They're both grinning as they shake hands.

(In his chest, Jake's heart warms up a little at the thought that he definitely found his right person – his perfect match. He can't wait to spend the rest of his life with her, and live a life full of love and joy and fun and endless bets to win, he can only imagine.)