open: don't let the wine go to your brains

[untamedantinous]

It shouldn’t be this hard to prepare for a meeting. He’s done it countless times before. However, this time, it somehow is difficult. He’s never really had to set things up at times like this; and he knows as well as anyone else that he is not the best at social niceties. Granted, this meeting is in a much more well-appointed cafe than any he had ever been accustomed to holding space in in Paris. At least they have the benefit of a larger space. Consequently, Enjolras has spent much of the day of the eighth of Menestheus preparing, a little uncertain of how to plan a social gathering that is not immediately centered around planning a revolution. He is trying his best, at least.

Most of the tables and chairs have been pushed a bit more to the center of the room; the couch is arranged off to the opposite side. There are even various pillows scattered about, should anyone choose to sit on the floor. Arranged on a few of the larger tables and the counter there is a modest spread of food: of course, some of Laertes and Galahad’s pastries; but Enjolras has also procured what amounts to a few charcuterie platters: sliced sausages and meats, a selection of (mostly French) cheese, and various sliced loaves of bread and crackers are laid out for perusal, and spreads to go along with them. In an effort to provide multiple options of entertainment, Grantaire has set up a table somewhat near the food, with an assortment of wines and liqueurs. Off to one side, there are a few pots of brewed coffee, cream, sugar, and whatever else anyone might like to add to their beverage of choice. If anyone is drawn to the liquor cabinet, they will find three cups filled with various pieces of paper sitting atop it.

Enjolras himself is lingering on the couch with a glass of wine and some bread. He’s not sure how many people were even informed about this gathering, though he had done his best to advertise. If no one arrives then perhaps he will try again another time; but at least a few in attendance other than himself and Grantaire would certainly be welcome.

Comments

[new_inglewoodblues]

"So untrustworthy as that, sirrah? On what grounds, then, should I believe thine own report of thy character?"

[untamedantinous]

“Very well.” He nods and offers a small, pleased smile. “Perhaps next we will try communal meals, like you suggested. The café is big enough for it.”

[futaille]

"Quite the conundrum. I'd say you probably shouldn't, although that would then logically lead to the conclusion that you should, but then that contradicts my statement as well. So really, you can only use your own judgment, which is almost certainly better than my own in any case."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"It would please thee to hear me call thee foolish, so I'll give thee not the satisfaction."

[forgethertoo]

"I've never heard of them. I like to read fantasy romances, sometimes. I pick them up in the airport when I travel."

[forgethertoo]

"There's a lot of technology that controls and helps the reading process. I think they're planning on releasing UltraWord soon. It's a new technology that's supposed to have a 32 plot system that allows the reader to control the plot."

[futaille]

"Well, I suppose it won't be the first time I've had to wait for satisfaction."

[onthewillowsthere]

"I like historical." He pauses. "Which kind of fantasy?"

[ravkanwitch]

"I've been turned into a 4 year old and a cat," Nina tells him brightly, then laughs. "You'll see."

[socialjusticedragon]

“Why, my dear fellow, I am a resource, am I not?” He sounds mildly amused, stretching to lap up a few more sips of tea. “You have seen a little of what I am capable of, I think, and surely there are enough here that can manage weapons should it come to that. I have lead squadrons, I could be a captain if I must.”

[vineleaves]

Dionysus greets this stranger with a grin. “I am Dionysus, god of Drama!” A pause. “… Are you of the forest?”

[vineleaves]

“Which was better?”

[aflashbastard]

Crowley is a demon on a mission. "Hey," he says, nodding at Temeraire. "Long time no talk. What do you think of all of this?"

[new_inglewoodblues]

"That's a better answer. An thou'rt practiced thou hast certes some measure of fortitude in thy flesh."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"A God, art thou? Of what provenance? Whose worship grew thee?" She puts her hands on her hips, still assessing -- she hasn't made up her mind about him. "Mary, I am."

[summerdude]

"Cool," Magnus grins. "I'm gonna go catch up with Hanguang-jun, but thanks for the invite, dude."

[futaille]

"As much as I've needed, on the whole."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"The better to be mounted, since thou'rt an ass. There, that's mercy."

[futaille]

Grantaire laughs. "Mercy indeed, and truthful at that. I could hardly ask for more."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Now then. I'm hungry; stand not in my way."

[vineleaves]

He could just about cry. What great news! “Of Thebes, originally, though I was raised by wood nymphs in Thrace! So let’s just call it Mediterranean. It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you, my dear!”

[futaille]

"I wouldn't dream of impeding you having your fill."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"I know it not. 'Tis of no consequence," graciously. Then, "Thou wilt find me no mother to thee."

[new_inglewoodblues]

Beware, Grantaire, she is going to fill her pockets with charcuterie. On the other hand, there's not much he could do to stop her, so his gracious acquiescence is probably the best way to stay on her good side.

[vineleaves]

“Oh I would never impose! Don’t worry!” He laughs, shaking his hands to emphasize his point. He then adds, “But if there’s ever anything I can do for you don’t hesitate to ask!” He can be useful sometimes!