Drinking Party At 'Ferre's
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lesamisdodwWho: Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Bahorel, Bossuet - the Amis not lost in Africa (Joly, Jehan, you wanna come play too? -- no idea about Marius/Feuilly?)
Where: Combeferre's apartment.
Notes: Amis converge on 'Ferre's apartment for a night of drinking before they get serious about going after Enjolras and Grantaire who are currently, to their best knowledge, marooned somewhere in the middle of nowhere in Africa and very possibly in danger.
Status: ONGOING!
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Combeferre had a little time before his friends came over, and decided to fill up the fridge a bit. He had been emptying it, part because he didn't want to leave anything perishable for when he was out of the country, and part from a lack of desire to trudge through the grocery store.
He picked up snacks and another six pack at the store, trusting that Bahorel and Courfeyrac at least would bulk up the booze supply, then, on the way back, stopped at the bookstore for some crash courses in Swahili. Maybe it wouldn't help, but it couldn't hurt -- better a chance of the locals speaking that than English or French, anyway.
Combeferre couldn't help worrying. Eight days now, with no word from Enjolras or Grantaire. He was still utterly and completely certain that Enjolras couldn't be dead, and he was less certain that Grantaire was stubbornly stuck to his side -- like, Courfeyrac had said, a barnacle. It was an apt description, anyway. He didn't expect, not really, that he and the others could just fly into Nigeria and take a powerboat down the river and find Enjolras and Grantaire huddled alone in a makeshift hut, ready and waiting to be rescued. No. If he knew Enjolras at all, his friends certainly weren't going to be waiting at the crash site--wherever it might be. He knew they'd have to find the crashed remains of the plane and ascertain a trail before they had any hope of finding Enjolras. And God knows how long that could take. Still, he wasn't despondent and he would hold out hope.
But what he shouldn't be doing, and he knew it, was worry himself to death. So he ruthlessly cleaned out the rest of the things in the living room. He piled the unsorted boxes in Enjolras' bedroom -- he considered it small payment for the worry and fuss his friend had been putting him through -- and tossed out all the old takeout remains from the past week. He figured it was clean enough for his friends, and loaded up the first Rosetta Stone disc while he waited for the others to arrive, or text him for directions.
Where: Combeferre's apartment.
Notes: Amis converge on 'Ferre's apartment for a night of drinking before they get serious about going after Enjolras and Grantaire who are currently, to their best knowledge, marooned somewhere in the middle of nowhere in Africa and very possibly in danger.
Status: ONGOING!
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Combeferre had a little time before his friends came over, and decided to fill up the fridge a bit. He had been emptying it, part because he didn't want to leave anything perishable for when he was out of the country, and part from a lack of desire to trudge through the grocery store.
He picked up snacks and another six pack at the store, trusting that Bahorel and Courfeyrac at least would bulk up the booze supply, then, on the way back, stopped at the bookstore for some crash courses in Swahili. Maybe it wouldn't help, but it couldn't hurt -- better a chance of the locals speaking that than English or French, anyway.
Combeferre couldn't help worrying. Eight days now, with no word from Enjolras or Grantaire. He was still utterly and completely certain that Enjolras couldn't be dead, and he was less certain that Grantaire was stubbornly stuck to his side -- like, Courfeyrac had said, a barnacle. It was an apt description, anyway. He didn't expect, not really, that he and the others could just fly into Nigeria and take a powerboat down the river and find Enjolras and Grantaire huddled alone in a makeshift hut, ready and waiting to be rescued. No. If he knew Enjolras at all, his friends certainly weren't going to be waiting at the crash site--wherever it might be. He knew they'd have to find the crashed remains of the plane and ascertain a trail before they had any hope of finding Enjolras. And God knows how long that could take. Still, he wasn't despondent and he would hold out hope.
But what he shouldn't be doing, and he knew it, was worry himself to death. So he ruthlessly cleaned out the rest of the things in the living room. He piled the unsorted boxes in Enjolras' bedroom -- he considered it small payment for the worry and fuss his friend had been putting him through -- and tossed out all the old takeout remains from the past week. He figured it was clean enough for his friends, and loaded up the first Rosetta Stone disc while he waited for the others to arrive, or text him for directions.
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Date: 2013-01-10 03:09 am (UTC)He drains about half the bottle in one go. Getting drunk by increments is usually more his style, but tonight he just wants to let go and relax as quickly as possible. "I did specify that I want karaoke when I'm more drunk, though. I don't hold a tune nearly well enough to try without a bit more alcohol. As for the pool and girls... I can't do much about the pool, but anytime people want I know some cute girls. And guys. Just name your preference."
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Date: 2013-01-10 03:18 am (UTC)He polishes off his first bottle, and reaches for a second.
"And thanks for the offer, but I think we should keep it to just us, this time. It wouldn't feel right, having others around..."
"We could, however, search up a really bad movie and riff it while we drink. Maybe make up some drinking games for it."
(OOC: Unfortunately, it is drawing near my bedtime, so I will have to bow out for the night. It's been lovely.)
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Date: 2013-01-10 03:24 am (UTC)Finishing off his first drink and reaching for a second, Courfeyrac grins. "Cute kittens, bad movies, and good friends. Sounds like the perfect way to start off the night. Though I vote we make Bahorel take double the shots if we do a drinking game. We want everyone to have a sporting chance, after all."
(OOC: Work tomorrow means I've got to head off for the night. I'd be happy to continue tomorrow evening if other people want to.)
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Date: 2013-01-10 03:26 am (UTC)(Tomorrow it is! This can take as many days as it needs to. :) I'm still AT work, boo. At least I don't have to worry about you guys waiting on me when I leave work, haha.)
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Date: 2013-01-10 03:33 am (UTC)So saying, Bossuet finished his first beer and reached for another.
(OOC: Sounds good!)
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Date: 2013-01-11 01:15 am (UTC)"Or at least, you two." His gesture indicates Combeferre and Courfeyrac.
"Do you have Netflix, or something, 'Ferre? Or do we get to raid your personal collection for something to mock?"