Fin put his hands up, hoping to block the next dart from hitting his neck again.

"Or you could just... Not. I think you're wasting your time, mate. If you're trying to dose me with something, you're out of luck. I'm... Not very susceptible."

He could (and often did) drink most of his mates well under the table before he got sloshed, and when it came to a bit of recreation, it took the really hard stuff (and a decent amount of it) to get a good high.