You Can’t Sit with Them – 6

6  It was nearly midnight when they finally stumbled out of the pub, laughter slurred, steps uneven. The air was cool, the street quiet, and the boys were drunk, except Paul.  Paul, who hadn’t finished his first glass. Paul, who had watched the night unfold with the same distant gaze he’d always worn, like he was observing a play he refused to audition for. …...