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

[futaille]

He laughs and kisses back. "An unrepentant menace. And the elephant argument is entirely too good and makes entirely too much sense to remain in such limited, though inordinately delightful, company."

[sagramore]

"Someday you'll finish your religious treatise as well."

[futaille]

"It puts an entirely new wrinkle on a religious treatise to have an actual god appear, although he does say he agrees with me on deific fallibility, so it possibly even strengthens my argument."

[sagramore]

"You can run it by him first," raising his eyebrows suggestively.

[futaille]

He laughs. "Oh, of course. Quite a resource."

[sagramore]

"I'm sure he'll have an opinion on your skills."

[futaille]

He laughs at that. "Oh, of course. They are many and varied, as we all know."

[sagramore]

"Infinite and distinct as stars," fondly. "It's a pleasure to know thee; even the gods will speak to it."

[futaille]

"Infinite is a bit much, I think, as I am in fact only a man, but broad nonetheless."

[sagramore]

"Let me be extravagant. I like it."

[futaille]

"Somewhat difficult, as I am always the soul of restraint," he says wryly before waving his wine glass loosely in the air. "But very well, be extravagant."

[sagramore]

"My thanks for thine indulgence. Anyway, I'm sure he had good things to say about thee; thou'rt a paragon of followers to him, art thou not?"

[futaille]

That is a delighted laugh. "He appreciates my patronage, yes."

[sagramore]

"If he didn't I'd have to add taking gods to task to my repertoire."

[futaille]

"Seems it will have to wait for the next god. Alas, I would have been amazed to see it."

[sagramore]

"If it has to happen I'll send thee an invitation."

[futaille]

"Oh good. I'd hate to miss it."