The small celebration lasted until midnight. By then the bottles on the table had nearly emptied.
Don had become completely drunk and was laughing at things that were not particularly funny. Maira's cheeks turned red and even Leyan had lost some of his usual composure.
Arven fallen into a comfortable silence, resting against his chair with his eyes half-closed.
Samuel was still kind of conscious, but the alcohol had clearly affected him as well.
Clyde, surprisingly, remained mostly unaffected. He finally stood from his chair and stretched.
"I'm going home," Clyde said.
Samuel looked up at him. "Already?"
"It's late."
Don raised his cup lazily. "What? The night is still young!"
"It's midnight," Maira muttered.
Don stared at her for a few seconds. "Exactly. Still young."
Maira sighed and covered her face.
Clyde shook his head with a faint smile before looking back at Samuel.
