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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.

Date: 2024-03-03 04:56 am (UTC)
futaille: (smirk)
From: [personal profile] futaille
That is a delighted laugh. "The gods are inscrutable indeed. A fondness for wine and a talent for nonsense? Clearly I could have been an oracle."

Date: 2024-03-03 06:32 pm (UTC)
vineleaves: (Default)
From: [personal profile] vineleaves
"The night is young, there's still time for you to start speaking gibberish if that's what you want to do."

Date: 2024-03-03 09:11 pm (UTC)
futaille: (Default)
From: [personal profile] futaille
"Oh, I'm always speaking gibberish."

Date: 2024-03-03 10:58 pm (UTC)
vineleaves: (Default)
From: [personal profile] vineleaves
"Yet everything you've said tonight makes perfect sense to me."

Date: 2024-03-03 11:01 pm (UTC)
futaille: (Default)
From: [personal profile] futaille
He laughs a little. "Oh no, what am I coming to if I'm starting to make sense?"

Date: 2024-03-03 11:15 pm (UTC)
vineleaves: (Default)
From: [personal profile] vineleaves
"Fear not my dearest," he tries to stifle his giggles. "I've been called the god of madness, so I think you're still in the clear."

Date: 2024-03-03 11:22 pm (UTC)
futaille: (snark)
From: [personal profile] futaille
"Oh, excellent! In that case, everything is quite as it should be."

Date: 2024-03-03 11:39 pm (UTC)
vineleaves: (Default)
From: [personal profile] vineleaves
He smiles, a hand going up to twist in Grantaire's curls as he presses a warm kiss to his lips.

Date: 2024-03-04 12:07 am (UTC)
futaille: (grin)
From: [personal profile] futaille
He smiles around it, relishing as always the rich wine taste of Dionysus' kisses. "Yes. Quite as it should be."
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