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“Perhaps I should save those jokes for Courfeyrac.” Jehan grinned, patting Enjolras’s back.

“Honestly, I’d prefer soda right now..” They looked over at the drinks, making a face as they grabbed a water bottle. Good enough, they supposed. They looked at Enjolras.

“Want me to grab you one?”

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        A snort– it’s not attractive, 
     but it’s a lucky thing that he
     is amongst friends. “Maybe.
     He’ll appreciate it more than
     I do.” Objectively, it was a
     good joke– just one that isn’t
     really Enjolras’ aesthetic.

                                    (   ｎ ｅ ｒ ｄ. )

         He’s trying to decide on a
      mini-sandwich when Jehan
      next speaks and so of course.
      Enjolras nods without really
      thinking about it– “Oh, do they
      have just plain water, thanks.”

         Plates loaded up, Enjolras 
     leads them over to the side, to
     a corner that’s just on the
     periphery of the crowd. There
     are a lot of people here, friends
     of friends and neighbors and its
     buzzing with energy. He picks
     up a slider. “What’s the best 
     costume you’ve seen so far?”