"If we're going to drink faster, we'll need more beer." Much as Combeferre dislikes moving Courfeyrac off him, he does it anyway and goes to fetch a few more cold beers from the kitchen, one for himself.

"I--would try to refuse karaoke, but I'm still sober. Ask me again when I'm a lot drunker, Courfeyrac. Right now, though, it's not going to happen."

He settled himself down again after plonking down more beers. "Of course we all want to do something. Drink first, though. Get the fun out of our system, then plan. It's how we always used to do things. Drinking, billiards, wine, girls, song... then we have our fill and go do important things."

He smiled a little, a crafty little grin. "We could always put the karaoke up on YouTube. Or kitten videos, either or."