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

[vineleaves]

"A few thousand years of people, most of whom never met me, writing their own accounts of things they weren't even born yet for gets you some pretty wild accounts of things."

He takes a sip of his drink before continuing, grinning, "Unless what you've read makes me sound cool, then it's correct and you should absolutely believe it at face value."

[futaille]

"I will keep that in mind. The more drama the better, then, and obviously?"

[vineleaves]

"The more drama the more wine people need to get through it, it's a win-win for me."

[futaille]

"And the reverse can also be true, too. The more wine, the more drama gets caused."

[vineleaves]

"And then you need more wine."

[futaille]

"A neat little circle. An ouroboros, constantly feeding itself."

[vineleaves]

"I may not be the sun or the moon or the slayer of the nemean lion, but I like to think I still am important."

[futaille]

"More than simply important. You enrich humanity with joy, which is more than many can say. We'd wither on the vine without it."

[vineleaves]

He laughs. “Well in my brother’s defense, I do think we’d all wither without the sun as well.”

[futaille]

And that's a small smile and an amused little huff. "Well, yes, we'd wither without the sun as well."

[vineleaves]

“Do you have any siblings, my dear?”

[futaille]

"A sister. But she was still very small when I went to Paris, so I can't say I got to know her very well."

[vineleaves]

“I was an adult before I met any of my sisters or brothers too. … I have a lot of them.” He’s clearly not very happy about that. “There’s some I’ve still never met.”

[futaille]

"You definitely have quite the expansive family tree," Grantaire agrees. But as it's clearly a touchy subject, he doesn't linger too much on it. "The ones you have met, do you like them?"

[vineleaves]

"Oh yes! For the most part, I suppose, every family is going to have an occasional squabble." He shrugs before continuing. "Apollo's great, he and I actually lived together for a time. Best man at my wedding. Voice of an angel, that one. He can be something of a nag about chores, but we get along. There's Herakles, he's genuinely one of the most helpful people you can know. Secretly a fan of theatre too, though you wouldn't guess it from his reputation. I didn't meet him until relatively recently, you know, but he was so kind and, well, I wouldn't have been able to meet Shakespeare without him. Then there's Persephone! Oh, she's wonderful." He's going to gloss over the fact that she's not only his sister, but also aunt and cousin. "Shame about her commute, but boy is she great at parties, I've spent a lot of time around her and her mother both. And then --"

He cuts himself off. "Oh, but I don't want to bore you with this."

[futaille]

Oh, Grantaire is very much aware of the knotty nature of the Greek pantheon's family tree. He laughs. "I promise, I have not been the least bit bored. It's fascinating, hearing firsthand accounts of things you've only read of."

[vineleaves]

"Any favorites? I could tailor this exposition better for your enjoyment."

[futaille]

"Aside from you?" He grins. "No, whoever you like best is fine. I'm hardly particular."

[vineleaves]

“Whoever I like best? Sweetheart, I don’t think people are supposed to pick favorites in their own family.” He laughs. “Especially not my family. That’s a good way to start a war or something.”

[futaille]

He laughs, shaking his head ruefully. "You're right. They're your family. I may be an idiot, but I'm not that kind of idiot. How about... something about Athena."

[vineleaves]

"Alright, big sister Athena." He thinks for a moment. In truth he hasn't spent much time with her; aside from certain specifics of their birth they have little in common. Personality-wise. "She's... tall."

He sips his wine.

"Oh! She did weave some incredibly lovely fabric for me once. I'd show you, but it went missing with the rest of my luggage."

He will never stop being bitter over this, he's sure. Regardless of whatever new clothes the gods of this mansion might have in store for him.

[futaille]

"That's unfortunate. Maybe it will turn up one day. All right, what was living with Apollo like?"

[vineleaves]

"Apollo's great! I was gone a lot of the time, you know how I am, but whenever I wasn't off traveling somewhere I was back at Delphi. That, ah, that was his temple. He's very good when it comes to planning, and he's great to have around in a pinch. I think people assume he's going to be sort of uptight, but you should have seen some of the parties we threw with the oracle ladies."

[futaille]

He can't help but burst into laughter. He was right there at good planner and great to have around in a pinch, definitely with 'sort of uptight', but then the oracle parties completely throw his mental image into very odd places. "I would not have imagined that." So now, of course, he has to purge his brain of the image of Enjolras partying with a Delphic oracle.

[vineleaves]

"Don't get me wrong, some of the prophecies were real, legitimate prophecies." He drains, then refills his glass. "But a lot of it was incoherent ramblings from the girls who were drunk off my wine and high off of Apollo's... ah... medicine."