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[le_centre]

 
Courfeyrac is lounging in an armchair by the fire, his legs dangling carelessly over one arm. There's a book open on his chest, something about existentialism - but he's not reading a word. He's rather more concentrated on a bottle of wine, and watching patrons go back and forth. He hasn't spent enough time doing that since he's been here, what with one thing and another  - but he reasons that no one can object to him sitting around all he likes, what with the dearth of other things to do.


[tiny!tag: Joly]

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[le_centre]

'Indeed!'

His grin, ever-ready, makes itself known once more.

'You have met some of my friends?'

[capture_eternity]

"Yes, I have!" the young man says. "Bossuet, and Gavroche, and I heard there's others as well."

He is looking forwards to encountering the golden Enjolras, and his wine-sodden dark shadow, Grantaire.

[le_centre]

'There are - Enjolras, and Grantaire, and Joly. Quite a group of us now.'

You would have to know him very well to notice that the spark in his eye dims a little. So many here, yes. But so many not.

'If you want Grantaire to talk, you will have to buy him a drink. Wait, no, I speak false. He will talk anyway, but you will enjoy the conversation more if you provide wine.'

He says it fondly. He has always had less of a problem with Grantaire than Enjolras.

[capture_eternity]

"I know to oil conversations a little," the young man says, smiling. "Grantaire shall have his wine!"

[le_centre]

He refrains from adding that Grantaire would proper prefer brandy and absinthe; this man likely does not need the expense, and Grantaire certainly does not need the encouragement.

'And what of you, monsieur? You know my friends, and I have nothing to report on you.'

[capture_eternity]

"I am just a very useless hedonist from London," Dorian says. "From 1891, actually."

[le_centre]

'You are closer to my time than any I have met so far.'

He raises his glass in another silent toast, and drinks again. It's just one of those days.

'Though I'm not sure I would describe hedonism as useless, as long as there is something to counter it also.'

Courfeyrac likes his pleasures. But none of them are more important than his political convictions.

[capture_eternity]

"I'm afraid nothing counters mine, except for a general curiosity about life and the world," Dorian says. "I want to know what everything feels like, and how things work."