"Wasn't it?" Rus grins. "I thought you were offering me your nose." He shakes his head. "Nope. Not me." He doesn't seem at all abashed by the fact. "Then trust me on this," he scowls. "You're better."
"Only as accent pieces. Bella preferred more dramatic gems, like rubies."
"I'd have even worse dreams if I listened to that as I was falling asleep."
"I'd prefer to have them torn limb from limb," Rus informs him stiffly. "I'll even help."
"Oh, well done Seth!" Rus applauds. He accepts the darts and goes to the line, wobbling a bit. "Forgot!" he mutters, grinning round at everyone. He rolls an eleven, the squints at the board, apparently having trouble focusing. He throws, and the dart doesn't even make it to the board, falling to the floor with a soft thump. "Drat!" Rus looks owlishly puzzled by events, then throws the other two darts. One hits the four, and the other the seven. Bud and Lou glance at T1, eyebrows raised.
I know; I meant Lucas stealing, oops! copying from Akira. ;)