Jacques and Renault drank most of the night sharing stories and talking about Constance. The two had been friends since they were both 16, and despite their closeness and Constance’s penchant for physical love, they had never taken their friendship past that.
Renault asked him why, but all Jacques said was that Constance never saw him that way and after their initial meeting Jacques didn’t either.
It was rare for Renault to let himself reach drunkenness and even on a night like this one he recognized when he was starting to feel the pull of inebriation and stopped himself from continuing on.
“I better get to bed,” Renault said as he stood up from the table. “Need to make sure Constance didn’t kill Emilie in her sleep.”
Jacques laughed. “I’m not sure killing was on either of their mind
