Courfeyrac reaches down to dangle his fingers in front of the kitten's face, urging it on as it climbs up the couch. Lounging closer to Combeferre, he works on his second drink. "I'm not sure either of you would have any truly terrible movies, unless you've been hiding something from me. That's all right, though. We can put something foreign in without subtitles and make up our own script for it. Or, if you've got camera equipment, we can really try to make Nerium a web star. Or watch cats on the internet. Or, like you said to start, play a video game."

Maybe he's not going to need too many shots to get him thoroughly drunk. Between last night and all the worrying, apparently it's not going to take a great deal to make coherent thought disappear.

Leaning against Combeferre, he smiles as the kitten clambers all the way up onto the couch. "Have you ever had shots with good tequila? Because it's a lot nicer than the terrible stuff most people drink here, especially with a good fresh lime. I made sure we got some of the good stuff."