"I'm okay, sir. I just want to get home," Ben groaned.

"Well, alright then..." Gabriel walked over to the door and held it open for them. "If you find you have suffered any damage, please come back and I will cover the cost. I am so very sorry, gentlemen."

Anthony didn't want to come back here anytime soon, but the idea of getting this guy to pay for something for him was funny and the urge to follow through with it was strong. "Don't worry about it, sir," he said, nodding in acknowledgment as he walked through the door.

"Thank you," said Ben. He'd rather be dead than take anything from a Catholic priest. Once they were out, Ben turned to Anthony. "Well, lucky you, you're rid of me." He tapped his cap and started walking home.

"Oh, how I'll miss you," he laughed, voice laced with heavy sarcasm. "well, anyways, good night t'you." He, too, started making his way back home. What a fucking night.