Re: Dance Floor
R rolled his eyes and let Enjolras lead them where he would, because that was easier than fighting him. Or, well, R could try to fight him but E always fought dirty liked biting and R didn't feel like popping a boner in the middle of the room, in insanely tight pants, in a pirate costume.
"Of course they did." If his infatuation with his best friend was well known at school then it was gospel at the club, and he had no doubt that everyone who frequented there knew about him and how stupid he was over this stupid boy. Including the queens. Especially the queens. "We'll have to thank them sometime. And now you can add 'waltzing in heels' to your list of talents. You're welcome, mon ange."