Soberest

Land a dart here and the thrower gets to point a finger. Whoever they reckon is the most sober person at the table takes a shot, on the spot. Doesn't matter if that person's actually kept pace all night or the thrower's just guessing — the printed rule leaves no room for an appeal either way.

At a real table this one exposes whoever's been quietly composed. The person who switched to halves two rounds back, the one still making full sentences, the designated driver nursing a lime and soda — they're the obvious pick, and everyone at the table clocks it before the finger's even up. It goes properly wrong when the thrower's three sheets themselves and points at someone just as gone out of pure spite, and the whole room shouts them down for it.

There's no defending yourself once you're picked. Arguing your own sobriety is pointless — the rule already covers that, drunk or not, you drink. The only real tactic is not standing out. Looking too sharp, too dry, too together is what makes you the easy read in the room.

It sits in the 2nd Circle, one of twenty single-width wedges in that ring, so it's not built as a rare, dramatic hit. It's one of the regulars — quick, cutting, and it keeps the table honest about who's really still standing.