My gaze flicked from Hughie to Gibsie, who was currently face down on the table, snoring his head off, to Patrick Feely, who was being molested by one of Bella's friends, to Bella, who was dry-humping Cormac Ryan, and then back to Hughie. "Why me?" I groaned. "Because we're your babies," Hughie announced, leaning his weight on me. "My babies?" I slurred. "How the fuck are you three anyone's babies?" "You're our captain," Hughie slurred. "We're kind of your responsibility." "On the pitch, ya gobshite."
