"Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!" Courfeyrac grins, raising the beer in toast as he straightens back up following Bahorel's push. "I think I need a glass of that, too, if we're all going to be pirates. Pirate karaoke time!"
He tries to think of pirate songs. Combeferre already stole the literary one. That's all right. He can be non-literate.
Wait. That's not quite the right wording.
Ah, well. Leaning against Bahorel again, since he's the closest one, more on guard for sudden violence, Courfeyrac starts the song. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for us!"
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Date: 2013-01-13 05:09 am (UTC)He tries to think of pirate songs. Combeferre already stole the literary one. That's all right. He can be non-literate.
Wait. That's not quite the right wording.
Ah, well. Leaning against Bahorel again, since he's the closest one, more on guard for sudden violence, Courfeyrac starts the song. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for us!"