[ She has no idea what 'Bavarian' means but apparently it involves short skirts, so her response is just a little noise of approval as her mouth is otherwise occupied with slowly but steadily drinking from yet another new glass. Apollo isn't to a point where she'd call herself drunk, although she'd definitely admit to feeling that familiar buzz that makes life so much better. She had been drinking even before Sully had arrived, after all, so by now that isn't too surprising anyway. ]

Not bored, but you're right about me bein' pro at darts. [ Being an excellent aim when it came to pistols and knives translated well into being excellent at throwing darts too. ] Think you'd be any match for me? Besides, I'm thinkin' you could do with a few more drinks anyway.

[ She isn't about to rush him, but apparently trying to get some more booze in him isn't off the table. A good time outside the bar isn't either, which she'll confirm by leaning into his space as she slides off of her stool, placing her fingers very briefly on his thigh, and speaking in a lower voice for a moment, her words clearly intended just for him: ] Then yeah, sugar, we'll get outta here.

[ And then she's removing herself from his personal bubble and smiling almost deviously over the rim of her glass. ] Let's fuck around here a bit more while we still got booze around, yeah?