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Tenten {Part IV}
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First Person
I had a very interesting night yesterday. After work, I realized that I was a little bit stressed out and very much in need of some relaxation. Some men (boys, more like) had a game of darts out, and I wanted to have a try. Well, they said that females were naturally lousy at aiming. Meanwhile, they were throwing from maybe twenty feet away and never even hitting the bulls-eye. I could hardly keep from laughing at their stupidity.

Instead, I acted really eager, like I wanted to try badly. I promised them that I would be very careful. Then I told them that I'd pay them ten dollars apice is they'd let me join in, but that if I could hit two bulls-eyes out of ten than they would have to pay me back and each give me another twenty on top of that. I know it was rude of me, and very prideful, but they were stupid idiots, and I felt like maybe I could lighten their wallets in return for the insult to my gender.

They agreed, so I paid up and walked to the line. I looked at the board for a moment and gripped the first dart carefully. It was different from the daggers and knives I was used to, but I'd practiced before on darts and small needles, too. So I threw them all carefully, one after. After a moment, all ten of them were clustered in the center of the bulls-eye. They grumbled and complained and acted surprised, but they did pay me.

So I got myself a few rounds of drinks and went home very happy and maybe just a little bit tipsy. It was fun to see the looks on their faces. And they say that you can't teach an old dogs new tricks.

Now I'm 140 dollars richer, and I didn't even have to work a single minute of overtime. Maybe they learned a lesson, too, and that would be even better. Cocky idiots.

Third Person

Tenten rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. It was too, too early, and her body was still sore all over. Every one of her muscles screamed out in protest as she rose out of bed. Sure, she had a certain degree of athleticism and strength from all those years in the circus. However, her muscles were suited to throwing, not the heavy lifting and moving that was part of her current factory job. Sighing, she moved to the kitchen of her small apartment.

She sought out the green tea first, her eyes still mostly closed as she drew out the package of leaves and the pot in which she'd boil water. This was something she did every single morning, no matter what happened, and she could make herself green tea even if she was as drowsy and sore as she was this morning. However, Tenten had to open her eyes as she looked for bread for toast and her newspaper. These things had only recently become insertions into her morning routine.

Bleary-eyed, Tenten grasped the classified ads and searched for the help wanted ads, quickly gazing up and down the columns. Disgusted with her findings, she threw down the paper and poured the boiling water onto her tea packet. No, there were no new jobs, and no jobs yet which she was qualified for.