Scotty somehow resisted the urge to look over at Felix as he began his round of sneezes, which were only comical because he had sneezed several times in a row. Scotty was grateful that it wasn't him, which would have ruined his game, too. Instead he managed to finish his game, throwing a victory punch into the air before Felix's sneezes fully sunk into his subconscious and coaxed out his own sneeze. He grabbed for a tissue before he went for his tickets.
"If I get a plushie, one of you guys can have it," he said from behind his tissue. "Yo, I'd laugh so hard if after it gave out all this stuff you were telling me, it fucking shot out a fucking Chinese finger trap and a handful of tootsie rolls. Or a little rubber bouncy ball? You know, just the sort of shit you could get from any arcade prize counter. I always sucked at saving up my tickets. Instant gratification, you know? Even if it was just one of those plastic jumpy frogs." He moved back to the bar as he spoke, grabbing his shot and the one he had poured for Felix, and then tucking a water bottle under his arm for Lucy. He literally dropped the water bottle at Lucy's feet since he had no hands to work with with one shot in each hand, and he held out the whiskey shot to Felix, holding up his own little glass to clink together.