Wade's expression at that was mostly just deeply perplexed. He shot another look at Duke.

Yeah. Wade had never been one to handle strange all that well.

"Right," Duke said, unscrewing the bottle he'd grabbed and lifting it in a little toast. "Which is why we're going to have one drink, and then you can be on your way." Wade opened his mouth and Duke cut him off. "Nope, no use arguing." This came with a meaningful glance at his partners. "We don't need anyone digging their heels in. One drink. And done. Capiche?"

"Fine with me," Wade said, shrugging diffidently.