[Taking her drink, he takes a sip of it. It's sweet, with a little tang to it from the nature of fruit accompanied by the slight bitterness of the alcohol. It's not bad, so he takes one more sip before handing it back to her, before picking up his own old fashioned and taking a sip from that too.]

So you think you have what it takes to beat me at a weapon throwing game?

[He gives her a look, his smirk spread completely across his face.]

You're going to need an awful amount of luck to be able to accomplish that.

[He gets up with his drink, offering it to her so she can try it too to as they go to load their cards with funds from a nearby machine. The confidence he has in being able to beat her in anything that has to do with weapons is overflowing, and he's not afraid to show it. He can see the game from across the room- looks fun.]

Why don't we up the ante a little here, though. Loser has to treat the other to some ice cream later, and the winner gets to decide what place we go to for it.