Hours blurred together as time marched forward without waiting for anyone. At this moment, Anthony, Dale, Spectre, Clement, Kingsley, and Reynold sat together in a dimly lit bar, the air filled with laughter, faint music, and the clinking of glasses. They drank together as though nothing else in the world mattered.
As promised, Dale had gathered the boys for a night out and, quite shockingly, he had paid for their drinks as he promised. That in itself was unusual, for Dale was never known to part with money unless absolutely necessary. His generosity tonight felt like a miracle in disguise, and the others silently made note of this rare occurrence.
The most surprising detail of the evening, however, was Clement's presence. Everyone had assumed he would never show up. After all, Clement had always seemed like the type who preferred solitude over the chaos of camaraderie.
