Re: Dance Floor
It made something inside Enjolras dance in delight, watching just how much of an effect he was having on R. The other boy always seemed to have a witty retort, unfazed by the world around him. Now he was speechless, and it was a sight to behold.
"This was your idea, Grantaire," he pointed out, still fanning himself, like some kind of teenage French coquette. It was actually helping to keep him a bit cooler, in the packed hall, with the liquor in his veins.
"Remember? You said a costume has to be sexy, or according to some of our fellow students, slutty. I'm just dressed the way so many of our female compatriots are expected to dress."
E slurred his way through the word 'compatriots', hoping that R wouldn't notice. The point was the same.