The room bustled with lively chatter and the clinking of silverware, but at one particular table, three boys sat slouched, their faces reflecting exhaustion from the night's misadventures. Aiden poked absentmindedly at his toast, Sevan sipped his tea in resigned silence, and Adrian attempted- poorly- to appear unaffected, though the dark circles under his eyes betrayed him.
Sevan finally broke the silence. "I'm serious, Adrian. Never again. Whatever your 'plans' are, count me out next time."
"Come on, Sevan, admit it. Last night was kind of exciting. Besidesss, technically, we didn't start the fight. Shiloh did." Adrian grinned.
Aiden shot him a tired look. "You threw a karatula stone at him. You started it."
"Semantics."
Before Aiden could argue further, a familiar voice interrupted their table. "Morning, sleepyheads!"