[The sound of someone doing well at the games drew Winston's attention as he finished off his faire food.

Setting up a position, he watched as a rabbit of all things, threw darts with astounding accuracy. She seemed evolved as he was, and he waited for a moment before the man at the booth asked for another player, possibly to give Judy a challenge.

With a grin, he placed down his gil and the man stared for a moment before complaining loudly about the world going to the animals as he gave him darts.]

Pardon me, [Rumbled Winston as he threw the first dart.]