Axing for trouble

The next volley you get all three in the 4 ring, and she gets all three of hers in the 5 ring. You agree that in this case ties should go to the one who actually hit the 5 ring, and you kick off your shoes.

Next toss you get one in the 5 ring, one in the 4 ring, but you find the bullseye with your third. Huntress puts her first two axes in the bullseye but there's not enough room for the third one, which bounces off the other axes and clatters to the floor.

"Mary mother of..." she swears to herself, and rolls her eyes as she unclips her cape and lets it fall to the floor. Which means you get a great shot of her firm ass as she goes to retrieve the axes.

Next round she again puts her first two axes in the bullseye, but her hand is a little wet from holding her beer and the third axe slips right as it leaves her hand so it hits at the wrong angle and bounces off.

"Not used to throwing without gloves?" you say with as much sympathy as you can manage. Which is not as much as you might've hoped but oh well.

She gives you a dirty look as she wipes her hand on her costume. She keeps the same annoyed expression on her face as she props one leg up on a chair, unzips her boot, and yanks it off. She looks up and sees you looking, and her expression changes. With a trace of a grin, she props her other leg up and unzips that boot but more slowly - not quite sensual but well aware of the effect it's having on you. "Please tell me you’re not a foot guy?"

"Not particularly, no. But I do appreciate a good leg. Or two." You chuckle.

She quickly turns away so you only get the briefest glimpse of the blush spreading just below the bottom of her mask. "Yeah well, running across Gotham rooftops you definitely get your steps in.” She walks back over to the bar to get you a couple more beers and fusses around there for a minute, presumably until she's got her expression under control. Then she pads back over to you in her stocking feet and hands you your beer.

"Are we playing or what?" she says, her tough girl persona back in place.

The next round you're a little off and wind up losing your socks. Just as well, your feet were slipping and throwing you a little off balance.

Speaking of which, on the next exchange Huntress' stocking feet hit a little patch of water where condensation from the beers had fallen; her throw still hits the target and sticks, but it's in the 2 ring so you win that round. She shakes her head as she unbuckles her utility belt and drapes it over the back of a chair. "I can't take the damn leggings off without taking the outfit off," she says, slightly embarrassed, readying an axe.

"And I'm just broken hearted over that," you say, drawing a snort of laughter out of her right as she's throwing; her axe misses the target entirely, hits the back wall, and bounces back to land at her feet. She turns and glares at you like it’s somehow your fault and her expression is so comical you can't stop a snicker from escaping your lips. Her glare deepens and she cocks one eyebrow and that just makes it even funnier and a couple more snorts of laughter sneak out. Huntress stares at you like she's considering you as a target, but then she lets out her own snort and it's off to the races! You both spend the next several minutes doubled over with laughter. Any time one of you tries to stop, the other guffaws and gets you going again. At some point you realize the two of you are leaning on each other for support with no idea who started it. The laughter fades away as you both become aware of your physical proximity.

Huntress looks up at you, a slight grin on her lips and an uncharacteristic softness in her eyes. You hold each other's gaze for a long moment. Then one corner of her mouth edges up and her hands leave your shoulders, gather her long black hair and pull it forward over one shoulder. Without stepping away, she turns her back to you and says, "Unzip me?"