[ WP ] Three friends . Four AM . No dialogue

We sat silently at the table, surrounded by the debaucheries of a night not long gone. 
 
 Steve reclined peacefully in his chair silently dozing off. The bottle in his right hand angled quietly as his grip loosened. His head drifted gently down to his left shoulder. 
 
 It was then I looked to her. God, it ached so much. She sat there silently nursing the remnants of her bottle. La Fin du Monde was her favorite beer and it was now mostly gone. She glanced upwards at me. 
 
 Our eyes briefly met. She flashed me a quick smile, then studied her beer intensely. 
 
 I looked to my own lap, cradling what must've been my sixth Don de Dieu. I coudl n't recall with great accuracy and nor did I want to. Quickly I raised it my lips, shrugged slightly, and polished what was left. Reaching forward I set it on the coffee table, somehow finding a place amidst the strewn cards and other empty bottles. 
 
 I sat back into the couch and looked at her again. When she looked up, this time she stared intensly into my eyes. With a coy smirk she leaned forwards towards me. As I went to wrap my arm around her she turned'way - she only reached forward to place her bottle on the table as well. 
 
 I sighed and stared at the black tv. The cable box red `` 4:00'' in red letters that quickly lost focus. I blinked my burning eyes as a tear rolled down. 
 
 Three friends sat on a couch, but I wish it was so much more.
