They stayed up late because Sunday was on deck.

Claudia's luck tanked. Without Bennett's aid, she'd tank soon.

Around eleven, she started nodding off and needed a bathroom break, but Bennett cut in, "This is the last round, folks."

Hearing this, Breck grumbled, "It's barely eleven and it's Sunday tomorrow so no work!"

Duncan smirked. "Not everyone's flying solo on weekends Like you, mate."