She had made a mistake. A big one. Emily was unashamed to admit that. However, she was ashamed that it had taken her this long to realise that. She was ashamed that she had to realise it at all. This was something she should have known better. Except there had been pride and alcohol involved, and when had those ever been a good combination? Especially when you add Morgan and his stupid grin into the mix. Urgh. She could say that she had been helpless against it. That she couldn't have done anything differently.

Well, now she was paying for it, okay? Literally paying for it. Emily begrudgingly handed over the money to an *extremely* happy JJ. Morgan was doing the same with an equally smug Reid.

Stupid Morgan and his stupid confidence and her stupid thinking that he could actually beat stupid JJ at her stupid game. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

"I really thought you were smart, Emily," JJ teased her as she shoved the money from this round in her back pocket.

Emily just glared at her and threw her dart at the board in annoyance. Nearly in the centre. Typical. When the competition was over. Why couldn't she throw like that a minute ago? Literally, a minute ago.

Derek was handing money over to a very smug looking Spencer.

"I still can't believe that you bet against me." She said in a mostly mock outraged voice. "We're supposed to be best friends."

"When it comes to JJ and darts and you? Yes. I will always bet against anyone oposing JJ. Best friend or not."

He said it so bluntly that she couldn't even think of a response, sarcastic, teasing, or otherwise. So, she decided to huff instead because even if it made sense, she still thought of it as a betrayal. Because it was. Hmpf.

"You're my new best friend," she declared to Morgan.

"Well, you aren't mine. You lost me a lot of money, Princess," Morgan grumbled, putting his wallet away and pointedly not looking at a smug Reid.

"Well, that's a you problem."

"I thought you said you were good with anything that could be considered a sharp weapon?" He demanded.

"I am. At stabbing people. It's not my fault you took that as being good at throwing things."

"You implied it."

"I'm on the wrong side of tipsy, I'll imply anything. Except, you know, at using sharp things to stab people. I'm good at that."

"Because that isn't concerning at all."

"It's not my fault a dart board is nothing like a person." She said dismissively. "I can't be held accountable for any dart related mishaps."

"Why would you even think that?" Reid asked, more bewildered than usual thanks to the amount of alcohol he had consumed.

"There weren't actually any dart related mishaps."

"There nearly was when someone dared you to throw it at the other dartboard on the other side of the bar," Morgan reminded her.

"It's not my fault that I tripped!"

"It was over your own two feet!"

"Anyway, back to what Reid said, why would you even try to imagine that the dart board was a person?" JJ asked, knowing she was going to be amused by the answer.

"Because it helps me throw darts," she said, like that made perfect sense.

"Except this time, it didn't," Morgan grumbled.

"Except this time, it didn't," Emily repeated in a mocking tone.

"At least I was on your side. Pretty Boy wasn't."

"That's because I was using facts for my bet. Which is what you should do because it gives you a higher chance of winning."

Morgan didn't say anything but did give him a playful shove. Except, of course, Reid being Reid, he lost his balance and would have ended up sprawled on the ground if everyone didn't grab him and shove him back on his feet. Even then, he didn't look too steady, considering he was now swaying gently.

"It's not your fault that I won," JJ said, mock sympathetically.

"Emily should have at least had better aim even if she didn't beat you.

"Want me to process how effective a stabbing tool a dart is?" She asked sweetly. "I promise I'll have better aim with it this time."

"Remember who was on your side here," he said hurriedly, hands up.

"Emily, did you steal a dart from the bar?" JJ asked incredulously, making the assumption that Emily didn't just casually carry darts around with her.

Though, knowing Emily, who knew.

"I didn't *steal* it, I just forgot to give it back."

Literally, though, it didn't look like JJ believed her. Look, she stole a decorative spear from a club *one time*. And okay, it had turned out that it hadn't been completely decorative. But how had she been meant to know that? And who went around hanging actual spears on a wall anyway? Especially where there was a guarantee to be a lot of drunk people.

"I forgot I had it!" She protested though even she had to admit that due to the amount of alcohol she had ingested, she didn't sound the most convincing.

"I'll be taking that off you," JJ said, doing just that as Emily waved it around.

"Hey! You've had just as much alcohol as I've had!"

"I handle it better, apparently. Also, I don't have the need to try and stab people."

"Not people, just Morgan."

"I was on your side!"

"I want my dart back," Emily said with a pout, ignoring him.

"It's not yours, and you definitely aren't getting it back."

"We should probably return that," Reid told her.

"I don't think bringing these two near the bar again is going to be a good idea," JJ replied, eyeing their other two friends.

Their other two friends who were now walking (read, stumbling) along while leaning against each other and professing their allegiance to each other.

"I don't think they'd notice if we left them here."

JJ agreed but they couldn't do that. It was irresponsible of them.

"I promise to never stab you with a dart," Emily declared.