Grant followed Mitch and some of the others over to the dart board where several three inch tall men were pinned against it in every other numbered space, held by straight pins through their collars or necks of their shirts.
"OK guys, this is all about points. You all know how the points add up. Well, if you hit one of our 'clients', your lose those points and our friendly neighborhood barman Thomas gets them as a reward. But whoever wins the match gets those left over. And ain't nothing tastier than leftovers." Mitch smiled as the others cheered and picked out two same-colored darts to play with.
The Aussie trucker, Bishop, handed two green darts to Grant.
"I ain't lost a match in a while mate. Let's see what you got"
"OK guys, this is all about points. You all know how the points add up. Well, if you hit one of our 'clients', your lose those points and our friendly neighborhood barman Thomas gets them as a reward. But whoever wins the match gets those left over. And ain't nothing tastier than leftovers." Mitch smiled as the others cheered and picked out two same-colored darts to play with.
The Aussie trucker, Bishop, handed two green darts to Grant.
"I ain't lost a match in a while mate. Let's see what you got"