Lucien Enjolras

Lancelot was headed to the café anyway, but he is a little surprised to hear the amount of noise that is present -- there are many more people than he expected. It seems to be some kind of event. He pauses, reconsidering whether he means to go in, but a quick glance shows him that many of his friends are here and so he might as well have a drink and see what's going on.

He does his best to enter unobtrusively and goes to find something like wine, or perhaps bourbon. He plans to keep to the fringes. (It's not that he's unused to crowds, and he doesn't find them terribly overwhelming -- it's like any court feast or event. But neither is he interested in holding forth about anything or being the center of attention, so this seems a good compromise.)