“Please, I’ve hardly even had
anything.”He leans over and grabs the
glass himself before taking a
sip. Based on how fruity it is,
he figure he just stole Courf’s
drink.
:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::
”According to you.
A lesser man would find
himself incapacitated.“
A lesser man– it’s clear
Enjolras doesn’t mean it as
a compliment. He tips his
own drink– rum and coke
without the rum– back and
settles his glass down, blue
eyes on fire though his lips
stay woefully silenced.