Rawdon didn't find it strange that Dan apparently knew that he was good at cards. He knew that he had a bit of a reputation for it, and he was forgetting for the moment that they weren't exactly from the same world or even the same year. "Good? I'm an absolute professional, that's what I am," he winked at him, his usual cockiness catapulted to 100 under the influence of cocaine.
"No, no, not here. It's some sort of underground joint, we're going to hitch a lift," he explained. "So..." he moved to pass him one more glass of whiskey. "One for the road, my man," he told him, going to clink his glass and missing by an inch or so. He laughed, shook his head, and down the shot anyway.