Re: Dance Floor
...okay he had to know. He had to. And this was just teasing. This was getting back at him for...something. Probably all the teasing R gave him about everything. But this was just cruel.
Or Enjolras was drunk and looser with his tongue and didn't realize the entendre. That was more likely. He had to stop being a paranoid fucker.
"Ah," he said, taking E's cup from him. "Water first. Or, well, juice, since they have neglected to provide us with water, which is very inconsiderate. Juice, and then you can have this. I don't want you breaking an ankle, that would definitely put a damper on the evening." Although it would get him out of his costume and away from people faster. Hm. Definite plus. R weighed the cost-benefits of letting E sprain an ankle, at the least, before shaking himself out of that. What the hell was he thinking.
More alcohol. Clearly he needed some more alcohol. He tossed back the butterbeer and got a glass of juice for Enjolras.