MARCUS'S apartment had not seen this much laughter in a long time.
The three men sat around the center table in the living room, bottles and glasses scattered around as music played softly in the background. The earlier tension that had once defined their gatherings had completely disappeared.
An old football match was playing on the 24 inches screen but they weren't looking at it. They were more engrossed in something else.
Tonight felt different.
Charles leaned back comfortably on the couch, a wide grin plastered across his face as he raised his glass.
“For survival!” he declared.
Marcus and Julian chuckled before clinking their glasses with his.
“For survival,” Marcus repeated.
Julian shook his head, amused.
“You look like someone who just escaped prison.”
Charles laughed loud
