The pair then headed over to the dartboard. Killian grabbed the darts and handed half to Emma.

"Here you go, love. How should we start, hmm? Ladies first?"

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Is that your ridiculous way of trying to get me to go easy on you?"

"Is it working?"

"No."

"Perhaps I should really turn on the charm?"

"And you think that'll work?"

"Should we find out?"

The two of them locked eyes. Goosebumps erupted and cheeks flushed red.

Emma managed to look away. She took a deep breath.

"Come on, let's play."

"As you wish."

He then gestured toward the dartboard. "Ladies first."

She couldn't help but smile before she turned her attention to the board. She focused on the black, white, red, and green.

She took a deep breath before she took aim - and threw. The dart landed a little below the center.

She planted her hands on her hips. "I thought I had it."

Killian hummed. A grin then spread across his face. "And here I thought you were so much better than me."

She nudged his shoulder with hers. "Let's just see how you do then."

"Whatever you say, Swan."

He then shot her a wink before he stepped closer to the dartboard. She twirled her hair around her fingers as she moved aside.

Killian then took his aim and threw the dart. It landed in the center.

"Bull's eye! Take that, Swan." He then jogged over and grabbed the darts.

She cocked an eyebrow. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Of course I am. It's not every day I get to beat you at darts."

"You do realize we've taken exactly one turn."

"And I'm winning - which proves my point."

"We'll see."

She moved around him and stood back in front of the dart board. She gripped the dart in her hand and aimed.

"Hey!" she then yelped when Killian hooked his arms around her waist and swung her around. His laughter rang in her ears as he placed her back on the ground.

Her face flushed red as her gaze lingered on the ground. He then tilted her chin up with his thumb.

"Come now, Swan, you know I had to have a bit of fun."

She took a breath. "Did you have to do it with everyone watching?"

He shrugged. "As I told you earlier - I'm quite certain they're used to our antics by now."

He then nodded toward the dartboard. "But now I'll let you have your turn."

She only eyed him before she took a breath and turned back to the board.

"Like I can concentrate now."

She shook her head and steeled her nerves. When she threw the dart, it sailed right toward the center.

Her eyes widened. "I can't believe I actually pulled that off."

Killian leaned in close. "Perhaps I'm your good luck charm."

"Yeah, maybe." She twirled the ends of her hair.

She then stepped forward and grabbed her dart before Killian said, "It seems as though our favorite brothers have called it a night. Do you want to help clear the table, or shall I?"

"You go ahead. I'll just practice while you're gone."

He couldn't help but grin. "I trust you'll need it, love."

She shook her head before he headed across the bar. She then ran her fingers back through her blonde hair.

"You've got to get a grip. He's just…"

Her gaze then wandered over to him. He sang along to the Chicago song pulsing through the jukebox as he carried glasses over to the bar.

"He's just everything you've ever wanted."

She then sighed and looked between the darts she held and the dartboard.

"Maybe I really should practice."

She then gripped one of the darts in her hand. She aimed and threw it.

And another. And another. And another - until she had gone through all of her darts and Killian's.

She let out a sigh and planted her hands on her hips.

"A lot of good that did."

"Good for what, love?"

She jumped. She then spun around and smacked him in the arm.

"You scared the hell out of me, Killian."

He rubbed his arm. "So I gathered." He then offered, "Shall we continue the game, or do you have more feelings to work out?"

He then shot her a grin and played with the ends of her hair.

She breathed in and out. "I'll…just grab the darts."

She then turned back around and shuffled over to the dartboard and grabbed all the darts. She walked back over to Killian and passed him his half.

She rubbed her hands up and down her arms. "So, uh, whose turn is it?"

He tapped a dart against her nose. "That would be mine. So if you'll please?"

She nodded and stepped aside before he stood in front of the dartboard. He took a deep breath and aimed.

He threw the dart - and smiled when it landed in the center.

He grabbed it before Emma crossed her arms over her chest. "Have you been practicing or something?"

"As if I could do anything without you knowing about it."

"Then how are you beating me?"

"Because, love, you are a mite distracted. By what I'm not entirely sure."

She blushed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't."

He winked. He then tilted his head.

"But should you actually wish to stand a chance, you'd do well to relax and find your happy place."

She covered her mouth - but couldn't stop the laugh that escaped.

"Find your happy place? Did you read that in a fortune cookie?"

He rolled his eyes. "I have you know I was trying to be helpful."

"If you say so."

He shook his head. He then told her, "Be that as it may, it is your turn again - and you must figure out something if you've any hope of beating me."

She crossed her arms again. "You are taking this way too seriously."

"Says the woman who keeps complaining about everything."

"I was not complaining - I was…making an observation."

"One about how you hate losing."

"I do not! And I'm not gonna lose."

She spun around and threw the dart. It landed in a perfect bull's eye.

"Well, clearly, Swan, inciting that stubborn streak of yours is the way to go."

She spun back around. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"Did what, Swan?"

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Just take your turn, Jones."

"Jones again? I really have incurred your wrath."

He then strolled over to the board and retrieved her dart. He handed it to her before he took his turn.

Emma tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. She then smiled.

When Killian threw the dart, she yelled out, "Go, Killian!" His hand wobbled as he released. The dart hit the board before it clanked on the floor.

"That was very bad form, Swan."

"Says the guy who did the exact same thing to me."

The tips of his ears turned pink as he scratched behind one of them.

"That's…rather different."

She couldn't help but grin. "Now look who's flustered. I gotta say it's nice not being the only one."

Her eyes then widened - and he adopted a grin of his own.

"Emma Swan admits to being flustered? Why this is a great feat indeed."

She ducked her head - and then nudged his arm with hers.

"Just take your turn - again."

"And how can I be so sure you won't try to distract me - again?"

She couldn't help but smile. "Don't you trust your best friend?"

He waved a dart at her. "That is also bad form, Swan."

She only giggled as he walked over and picked up the dart. He walked backward until he stood in front of the dartboard.

He took a deep breath and aimed. And when he threw it, he landed another bull's eye.

Emma scrunched her nose. "So, does this mean you're winning?"

He tilted his head and counted on his fingers. He then smiled. "Indeed I am, Swan. You haven't quite scored as many bull's eyes as I have."

"Yeah, well, we'll see about that."

"You're awfully confident, Swan."

"Only because I know it'll pay off."

Killian hummed. With a tilt of his head, he then surmised, "We may have to finish this later - it appears our customers need attending - and we have a few more coming in."

She followed his gaze and ran her fingers through her hair. "I guess we really couldn't leave Robin alone, huh?"

"You already know the answer to that, love."

She only chuckled before they placed the darts back on the shelf. The pair then walked back over to the bar.