"So start small," Rus says. "The damage won't be excessive that way."
"I took the position far too literally it seems," he sighs with mock-sadness.
"What? Oh, nothing much. Just that you're very sensitive about your dart-playing ability and he should watch what he says. Now, if we're going to play drunks, we need to drink." He drains his glass, refills it and nudges Severus' over to him. "Bottoms up!" he says cheerfully.