Duke cheered with the clink of his glass and drank deeply. Even though his tolerance was quite high these days, there was always a little burn with the hard drinks that he hoped would never go away. Really, he was just used to the taste. And despite his own thoughts and feelings about everything going on and while he liked Terrence, he wouldn't talk about it, ask questions, or open up. Not unless they got really close - but even that was just an if since they'd both be on the line. "Welcome to the club," he offered after they drank.
"Grand, as always," Duke grinned, resting his chin in his hand, his elbow set on the counter. "Concerts, girls, boys, drinking," he shrugged at the hedonistic lifestyle. "What about you? Besides the whole conforming thing."