The Crucible — Fourth Layer
The dimly lit room reeked faintly of smoke, the dartboard nailed to the far wall already riddled with holes. A young man stood in front of it, cigarette dangling lazily from his lips, the glow of its ember painting his sharp features in red. He flicked a dart between his fingers before sending it whistling through the air. Thunk. It buried itself dead center.
"You still haven't quit smoking, Eric," Sarah's voice rang out as she materialized behind him.
A curl of smoke hissed from Eric's mouth as he exhaled and spoke around the cigarette. "What can I say? It's a bad habit."
Sarah's eyes narrowed slightly. "I can't say I'm surprised."
Eric didn't bother looking at her. He simply picked up another dart, his movements calm, deliberate. He cocked his wrist and fired again. Another perfect shot. "So," he said flatly, "what are you doing here, Sarah? You wouldn't come without a reason… would you?"
