Tech pushes away from the bar once Rokuro's stepped away from it, glancing at the firm hand that's placed on his shoulder almost preemptively should he begin to totter, following it up towards the face of the solidly built woman it belongs to. He's quite certain he's seen images of hungry predators with similar expressions and it is hardly reassuring.

Clearing his throat, he pulls away, stumbling only a little when he finds himself suddenly released. Once they're over by the dart-board, he adjusts his goggles as he studies it while Rokuro steps over beside him.

The rebels share a grin amongst themselves before the one steps up to gather up the darts from the board. He positions his fingers around one of the darts, pointing with it at a line marked on the floor. "We throw from here," he says, stepping just behind it. "Numbers 'round the ring are how much you get if you land a dart within that piece of pie. Double the score within the outermost narrow ring, triple towards the center. Math should be easy enough for you," he smirks over at Tech before readying to throw a dart. "Three darts. One-fifty's the max. Whoever's total score's closest or on the mark wins. We'll do three rounds."

And then, to humor Rokuro's request, he lets the dart fly.