Roberto leaned forward, eyes narrowing as he peered into Liam’s beer, the liquid swaying in the glass. The dim lighting of the pub played tricks on him, blurring the edges of the bottle before it snapped back into focus. "You sure you haven’t had enough?" he muttered, a sarcastic edge creeping into his voice. "Are you sober?"
Liam barely glanced up from his drink, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "Someone has to be sober around here, make sure you lot don’t end up lost in some alleyway, passed out with your pants around your ankles."
Roberto snorted, shaking his head. He turned to Devlin, who was staring at his own beer with the intense concentration only a drunk person could manage. "You hear that? He’s not even drunk."
The truth stung a little more than it should have. He hadn't
