[Espy]

Dante juggled several coins and dropped one before handing them over. Seething inwardly (Seriously? I managed to drop it?), he gulped half of his Madras and stopped, feeling his throat burning. Aaaoooooooooowch. He'd forgotten he hadn't had much to drink for the past few weeks besides the tonic from the night before. And then pride caught up with him. He couldn't let everyone else think he was a drunkard, now, could he?