Diana raised her arms wearily.
"Why are you two yelling? Zeke always has good advice."
Gale's mouth was open. Zeke, on the other hand, beamed.
"Happiest day of my life!" he admitted, moved.
"She's drunk, Zeke. Drunk. Normally, she would have called you a pickle with glasses."
Zeke pursed his lips.
"You're not wrong..."
"Come on, Diana. Let's go home."
"I don't want to. I want to stay here."
"You're being capricious like a child."
"So I'm a child, and you're just a big, bad wolf!" she said with a forced laugh.
"...Really?"
She gave him a defiant look.
"Let's make a bet!" If you drink this entire bottle in five minutes without staggering, I'll go home with you.
Zeke brought over a sizable bottle, almost ceremoniously.
"Well... I have to admit, I've always dreamed of seeing this."
"Deal," Gale said, grabbing the bottle.
Diana tried to stop him.
"Wait, I wanted to tell you... I know..."
Too late. Gale had already downed the bottle in less than three minutes. Zeke and Diana stared at him, mouths agape.
"There, it's done. We're going home."
"But... aren't you... drunk?" Diana asked incredulously.
"I drink often. What you gave me was a sip of lemon water."
"Why do I feel like I've been ripped off?" Zeke clapped his hands.
"Because you got ripped off, you poor thing."
Without leaving any room for further discussion, Gale gently grabbed Diana and guided her toward the exit.