"Weeell," Rus says, eying Severus' hands, "maybe I'll just have three or four. I wouldn't want to leave you short."
"I suppose not." He sighs. "Still it's a place to start."
Rus takes the stuff, unknowing and unseeing, and drains it. "Thank you," he says simply in a more normal tone of voice. "What was that?"
"Oh come on Seth, they're not that bad," Rus jollies him. T2 is still gasping and red-faced. "I've had hotter."
"All right," he says in his beginning-to-be-bored voice. He picks up the dice, rolls an eighteen and throws the darts into the wedge. "Can I try it blindfolded or something?" he whines.
"I've got an idea that might make it a bit more interesting," T1 speaks up. He been vastly amused by how neatly his crony had been gotten. He pats his pockets theatrically. "How about we make a little wager?"
Or both?! Lots of vitamin C in those peppers. ;) Hopefully we all set and back on line. *huge sigh or relief*