They were really going to have to work on their communication issues at some point, yeah.

"Cool." Duke leaned in to kiss her on the forehead, just as an old man walked by.

"Am I, uh, the last one here?" he asked to the room at large. Distant thunder rumbled. "Well, I always enjoyed making an entrance!" The group laughed. "I'm Vaughn Carpenter," the man said, "welcome to the Knot. Mi casa es su . . . hotel for the weekend!"

"I slipped Old Gus an extra fifty to come get us tomorrow morning," Duke told Octavia quietly. "We'll be out of here in no time."