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“Oi, mate! Stop watching the bloody door. It’s not going to go anywhere,” James heckled, having caught Smith glancing toward the entrance to the dining room one too many times.
Smith rolled his eyes, but turned back to the table anyway. James was grinning like a f*****g i***t, while Thomas and Charlie chortled along at Smith’s expense. He let them laugh, unfazed by their jesting.
The three of them had already been well into their cups by the time he’d gotten to Haro, and that had been nearly thirty minutes ago now. They’d always been a legless bunch, ever since Smith had first met the lot of them at university years ago. Not much was different these days, except now they all got tankered in fine dining establishments while wearing multi-thousand dollar suits, instead of underground n
