Re: Dance Floor
Oh god, and Enjolras was drunk. Or at least well on his way. R needed way more alcohol for this situation. He couldn't even look at him, his red cheeks and his red lips and - okay, R WASN'T going to stare at his nipples. He wasn't. Honest. Maybe a little - NO.
R sighed and ducked around E to drape the jacket over his shoulders, fiddling with it to try and get it to cover as much of E as possible. "I look dashing?" he asked, a vaguely strained laugh. "Mon ange you don't have any idea what YOU look like, do you?"