Boredom and Nonchalance

“It’s seventeen.” Said Troy
“That’s in. It’s a three.” Jay’s eye was up near the tail of the fin
“Don’t be a rat bastard about it, and everything’s Good” Said Troy, lining up. thunk thunk thunk “Dopey doubles and triples man. That’ll gitcha.” He moped up to the board and yanked them out.
“Okay. It’s just cause.” Said Jay, yanking a burr out of his sandal
“Not really” Said Troy “You so lost a bullseye.” Jay walked up to the bad darts, and stood there blankly.
“I like How you reach down to write something, until you realize there’s nothing to write.” Troy was Tweaking his nipple. Which he does a lot, and without realizing it. Especially when his shirt is off. The darts got handed off to Troy, who was ahead in numbers but had yet to strike a double or a Triple.
“Exactly.” Said Jay, “There you go.” The third dart went in “Wow.” Said Jay, hinting at sarcasm. “What were you shooting at there?” Jay asked.
“Bulls…well, doubles. What else?” Said Troy, “I love it when it hits a hole that’s, it makes a thwack sound.”Troy added, yanking the darts out with a single swoop.
Jay’s game had slowed down tremendously “Unfortunately this thing’s gonna last quite a while.”
Troy’s game was speeding up. He was making subtle efforts to play poorly enough as not to demoralize Jay with darts until the appropriate moment “It doesn’t have to be good out of the starting gate, Just so long as it can sprint at the finish line. Like I always say, man, there’s nothing better than a come from behind. Troy made lewd gestures with his finger while Jay lined up his darts.
“Wow.”
“Wow... I love you… hey Jay… I love you.”
“Shut up with that already” Yelled Jay, throwing open fists at the defending Trojan. “I’m fucking sick of it!”
Troy threw perfect darts, with two doubles and one on the line. He sauntered up to the board “Yeah, that’s a trip.”
Jay took a look “yeah, it’s weird, because these bars are better than these bars are thicker than these bars.” The dart board, carefully inscribed by hand with a sharpie onto a sunbleached boogey board and mounted with bungie chords onto a rebar tripod embedded in the sand was slightly less than perfect, and Jay had taken the better part of a day to build it. It had gone through several redesigns before beach darts could be considered functional as a game.

“Yeah, I’m just like lobbin’ ‘em at it. I got a triple though. There’s no way I can aim from here.”
“Did you see the way that dart fell out? Fuck! Nice and close.”
“Went in, close. A bit on the line.” Said Jay
“I hate shooting triples when I need them.”
“You know, not trying got me a lot closer, Troy, I think if I’m gonna throw anything, I might as well throw a triple twenty.”
thunk, thunk, thunk
“Wow.”
“There’s nothing like working on your craft.”
“It’s ridiculous how close we are though. Why would I go for a bull?”
“I have no Idea. I go for double 18.” Troy lobbed three in short succession “As you can see, I know where they are.”
“That was brutal man. You moved into first.”, Jay was now holing his head with both hands and grimacing “ I haven’t seen you throw like that in a while.”
Thunk thunk piff
“I can’t believe that third one missed the board.” Jay moped up to the darts.
thunk thunk thunk
“Whoa man. Close. Wow. That was close.”
“Yeah. That’s it for sure.”
Thunk thunk thunk
“Oh, nice.”
“Wow.”
“Going surfing?”
“Beer. I’m thirsty.”
“Yeah, I guess, hey.”
“They’re still cold. You want one?”
“Please.” Jay started fucking with the table.
“Whattya got?”
“I just wanted to move that leg.”
“what? That wasn’t there before?”
“Good?”
“It’s not gonna work at random.”
“Diddle or Muggets?”
“… Muggets I guess.” Answered Jay.
“Muggets is more of an insult than anything.”