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

[kadewest]

Oh, why not. Kade's more of a coffee guy, but he has fond memories sipping hot beverages in an island of calm surrounded by an ocean of chaos (i.e., with Aunt Ely in her office back at the school), and it's definitely too late in the day for coffee. He nods.

[lightbearinglord]

Dutiful, Lan Wangji pours Kade a cup of tea, letting the leaves settle before he passes it toward him. He glances at Kade's embroidery with mild curiosity, but this is not exactly the time to add to the number of voices filling the room with excessive noise.

[kadewest]

Kade catches the glance and passes it over so that Lan Wangji can see it better as he takes the tea. It's a wide ribbon that he's embroidering right now, mostly just trying out new patterns to see what he likes best; currently, he's trying out a geometric pattern just half a shade darker than the ribbon itself.

[lightbearinglord]

Since Kade offered, Lan Wangji takes the ribbon and examines it along with the partially-completed design that spans some of it. His eyes flick up briefly toward the ribbon that sits snugly across his own forehead, the cloud insignia embroidered there. He hopes never to need a replacement or to need repairs for this one, especially as he would not like asking Kade to touch it, but it cannot hurt to keep the potential resource in mind. After a moment or two more of thought, he hands the ribbon back with a nod of thanks.

[kadewest]

Kade nods back. He takes a sip of tea and toasts Lan Wangji with the cup, then turns his focus to his stitches, letting the noise in the room wash over him.