Rus can't help it; he throws back his head and laughs. "Severus, you are a treasure," he says, wiping his eyes. "Lacks focus does she?"
"Which is why," he glares at Severus, "you were so easy."
"Never saw much point in it," Rus shrugs. "But he's scarpered off any how. Can't imagine why," he smirks. Rus watches, open-mouthed. "Oh, well done!" he applauds enthusiastically. The noise draws the attention of two other guys sitting at a table in the middle of the pub. They looks over, then bend their heads together and whisper. "Let's have me do it again with my eyes closed," Rus suggests. "But this time, you spin me about before I throw." He grins wickedly.
Ah well. I'm almost always blue or black, but I've been Col. Mustard in Clue for forever. No idea why. :) A little does go a long way. *nods* Or at least the ending.