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ONE.

Presnel sighed when he saw the time: 11 P.M. He just had binge-watched five episodes of a tv series, and he was not tired yet. They had played at 5 today, so they did not have training the next day. But he also knew that he was used to waking up early, and even without an alarm, he would be up before 8 A.M.

He turned Netflix off before getting up to go to bed when his phone started to vibrate. He frowned when he saw that it was Matuidi.

"Hey Blaise, is everything alright?" he asked, worried.

"Hi Presnel, sorry to bother you. Julian just called me, he's completely drunk, and he asked me to pick him up. I traced his call, and he's in that little bar where Kevin brought us once, remember?"

"I'm on my way," Presnel said, almost running to put on his shoes, taking his keys on the way.

"Thank you, I knew I could count on you. Sorry for ruining your night."

"Don't worry about that," Presnel laughed. "Bye, Blaise, see you soon."

Presnel hung up and left his house. Ten minutes later, he was parked outside the bar that Blaise had talked about on the phone, and he sighed before entering. The bar was pretty full, and a football match was on TV. He didn't take long to find Julian, because he was laughing--very loudly--, in the middle of a conversation with a man.

As Blaise had said on the phone, it was Kevin who showed them this place. It was a small bar lost in Paris, and the clients coming here were used to see PSG players. Presnel walked to Julian--who was still laughing--and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Presko!" Julian smiled before hugging him, and Presnel smiled as well even through he was mad at him because he smelled like vodka.

"Hey, let's go," he said, nodding his head at the man.

Presnel took Julian's hand and pulled him towards the exit, which made the latter laugh. The advantage was that he was a happy drunk. The inconvenience was that he would never go to sleep.