'Bar. Madame Bar, who takes care of all of us so well. You are looking particularly fine today, buffed to the most beautiful shine. Might I trouble you for a bottle of wine? Red, if you please, and a tray of glasses. Perhaps two bottles.'
If Courfeyrac were mean-spirited, he might actually be amused at this predicament. He is amused at some of the pairings he sees around the place! But he is not cruel, and of all the people to saddle Enjolras with, Javert is the worst.
'Now, perhaps a key to release my friend? The spy is a sour old thing, and they do have such vehement dislike of each other. Why, I have never seen two so far apart in ideas! Surely you must be concerned that one will harm the other?'
A napkin appears. They can't hurt each other, even if they try.
'Oh. Well, that is something, that the old man cannot attempt an injury on my friend. But we must consider the mental strain, surely? You must know Javert, he would try the patience of God Himself. Might something be done?'
A pink candy heart appears. It has ILU stamped on it. Courfeyrac picks it up, delighted, and eats it.
'Je t'aime, madame! But really, perhaps-'
Another napkin.
Someone in the bar has a key to all handcuffs. Good luck!
He could reproach her here, he really could. But he just smiles, gives her a rub of thanks, and returns to the small group.
'Someone has a key! She would not tell me who. I will go and search for you if you like. In the meantime, wine?'
no subject
He bounds off at once.
'Bar. Madame Bar, who takes care of all of us so well. You are looking particularly fine today, buffed to the most beautiful shine. Might I trouble you for a bottle of wine? Red, if you please, and a tray of glasses. Perhaps two bottles.'
If Courfeyrac were mean-spirited, he might actually be amused at this predicament. He is amused at some of the pairings he sees around the place! But he is not cruel, and of all the people to saddle Enjolras with, Javert is the worst.
'Now, perhaps a key to release my friend? The spy is a sour old thing, and they do have such vehement dislike of each other. Why, I have never seen two so far apart in ideas! Surely you must be concerned that one will harm the other?'
A napkin appears. They can't hurt each other, even if they try.
'Oh. Well, that is something, that the old man cannot attempt an injury on my friend. But we must consider the mental strain, surely? You must know Javert, he would try the patience of God Himself. Might something be done?'
A pink candy heart appears. It has ILU stamped on it. Courfeyrac picks it up, delighted, and eats it.
'Je t'aime, madame! But really, perhaps-'
Another napkin.
Someone in the bar has a key to all handcuffs. Good luck!
He could reproach her here, he really could. But he just smiles, gives her a rub of thanks, and returns to the small group.
'Someone has a key! She would not tell me who. I will go and search for you if you like. In the meantime, wine?'
Wine helps everything!