Re: Dance Floor
R just glowered even more. He was aware that his feelings were probably the worst kept secret in school, thank you, but apparently this was the one guy who hadn't gotten that message. "No one is going to be 'jumping on' anything you complete - " and here he cursed, very liberally, in Arabic until he felt better about the situation. "I don't have the patience to give you a lecture on the exact nature of consent and impaired judgement - and let me assure you, mon ami, that some poor soul's judgement would have to be severely impaired to even consider you a prospect - but know that if I ever catch you with your hands on someone again that will be the last time you have hands. Now. Leave."
He glared at the unfortunate idiot who had chosen the wrong sexy Robspierre-tree to be barking up, and after taking a deep breath to get the rage under control, turned around and gave Enjolras a bright smile. "Your juice, mon ange," he said, presenting the cup with a flourishing bow.