She tossed him his own rings and followed along, eyeing the stand from this distance and weighing the ring in her hand. A beat as she threw it into the air and caught it in her palm, then drew her shoe along the ground to mark a line. "Third from the left, front row," she called it, then exhaled her remaining breath to throw, then smirk at the accompanying sound of metal ringing against glass as it bounced once, then slid down to fall neatly onto the called bottle.