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Anything?

Anything.

I will take that bet.

Sucker.

[ And he will star throwing. Bullseye after bullseye after bullseye. ]

Ten...

[ Feeling the heat, Ripley? ]

[Ripley smirks and takes a slow drink of his coffee. Just wait, Sheriff Graham. Just you wait.]

That is what you think.

[Heat? What heat. No heat he- oh. You meant the bet.]

[ Graham keeps throwing, counting each one out loud. And yes, he does think, Ripley. ]

Seventeen, eighteen...

[ What else could there be to be referring to besides the bet? ]

[Ripley's smirk grows and just as Graham is preparing to throw dart number twenty he gives a shrill whistle through his fingers.

I hope you were ready for underhanded tactics Graham, because here comes Wolf.]

No one can do that many at once. That's crazy.

Anything? You sound pretty confident.

[ Oh that is just not cool, man! Right when he throws he gets knocked off balance by an overexcited dog bumping into his leg. Classy, Ripley. Very classy.

The dart still hits admirably close to the bullseye. Key word here being "close". ]

Oh, that so doesn't count.

I never miss.

That would be because I am.

Prove it.

Winner's choice if you do.

[ A foolish bet but he's a bit drunk. He sounds confident but she doesn't believe him. No one is that good. ]

[ Oh, but honey, he is that good.

Time after time he throws the darts, hitting the bullseye every time.

All the way up to twenty. ]

Convinced?

[ That's just... wow. Her eyebrows go up more and more until she's convinced they disappeared under her fringe.

She ended up ordering herself another whiskey and was sipping at it when he was done. ]

Yeah that was something else. Improbable.

[Just getting a smirk, Graham, and his arms crossed.]

You never laid down any rules. You just said 20 in a row. Well.

That was 19.

I'll take that bet just to see if you can do it.

You are such an asshole.

[ But seeing as how his pride remains intact since Ripley clearly cheated, he'll let the guy get away with it.

Besides, he trusts the other not to get too unreasonable about whatever he'll be made to pay, give or do now. ]

Okay, you win, what do you want?

You must try whatever coffee I bring you for the next two weeks.

[And yes, Graham, he is smirking. But do not worry, he will give you your usual after you humor him.]

Told you, never miss.

[ He gives her a big smile. ]

But you know what? That look on your face is just about all the payment I need. Debt settled.

Have you ever heard of the term 'cruel and unusual punishment', Ripley?

[ Graham is decidedly not smirking. Not even a little bit.

HE IS NOT AMUSED BY YOUR COFFEE SHENANIGANS. ]

Come off it, Sheriff.

[Ripley makes the best coffee, and you know it.]

You may find you actually enjoy it.

[ He readies himself for the first throw. ]

If I manage it, you go to dinner with me?

[ Even if she said she'd take the bet, he's still polite enough to make it a question.

He will probably not think this was the best idea imaginable once he sobers up some, but right now it makes sense to him. ]

[ Yes, when he actually makes COFFEE. ]

I won't enjoy it.

[ It is, in fact, something of a point of pride to not enjoy it now. ]

[She looks over at him, a smirk on her face.]

Yes, I will.

[He didn't have to make it a question but he does and she smiles.]

[ That gets a soft laugh. ]

Last time I lost a bet I ended up cleaning out an entire office that hadn'yt been touched in like six years.

Has anyone ever informed you that you are nigh on irrationally stubborn?

There is nothing wrong with my coffee.

I prefer thinking about it as being tenacious.

When you make coffee it's delicious.

I will find one you like, Sheriff. Just you wait and see if I don't.

Great.

[ His grin is a lot wider and goofier than he'd normally allow it to get, and he starts throwing.

And yes, he does manage twenty. ]

Really? Maybe I should've made you go over mine.

I would prefer it so much more if you just stopped trying.

[She laughs quietly at that goofy grin because it is adorable and crosses her arms as she watches him hit bullseye after bullseye until he reaches twenty.]

Wow, I'm impressed. Looks like you got yourself a dinner date.

Sorry, Sheriff, but that is most certainly not going to happen.

Looks like I did. But because I'm such a gracious winner, you get to pick where.

[ Mostly he just wants to be a good date. ]

But why?

It is my sacred duty as the supplier of your daily dose to make you realize that there are even better options.

I like my option.

You just don't know any better, yet.

No, I just know what I like.

Stubborn old man.

Old man? Really?

[ Come on, Ripley. ]