The street outside the club was quieter than the inside had suggested it would be.
The bass still reached them through the walls, thumping against the pavement in low steady pulses, but the air out here was open and the night was warm and the crowd that had been queuing earlier had thinned to almost nothing.
A few people standing around the entrance. A car passing slowly at the end of the block.
Liam and Kelvin walked side by side with their hands in their pockets, moving at the easy pace of people who had nowhere to be urgently and were fine with that.
"Did you have fun?" Liam asked.
"Yeah." Kelvin rolled his shoulders back, his jacket still sitting right on him, his glasses slightly lower on his nose than they had been at the start of the evening. "Got to wind down a little so I'm good."
"Wind down," Liam said. "You say that and it means you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk," Kelvin said. Then, after a pause, "I'm relaxed."
"That's what drunk sounds like."
