Courfeyrac arrives in the bar to find dinner and, hopefully, some friends to enjoy it with. Spotting Enjolras's hair from across the room - sorry Enjolras, the lights are bright here! Admirably useful for glinting off your mane - he comes across with a grin on his face, dressed in jeans and a shirt, one earbud in place while another dangles.

'Hullo! People are being handcuffed together, did you...oh.'

Oh.

He stares at Javert. He hasn't seen him since the barricade, and this is almost as unwelcome.

'Goodness, Enjolras. Whatever have you done to deserve this?'

How dreadful.