Who? Enjolras & Dan Where? Bryn's When? Friday, 7ish What? Umm... date. Rating? TBD Open? No
Enjolras and Dan had hit it off immediately, and truthfully Enjoral had always had a bit of a soft spot for him. Things always got in the way, and it wasn't the right time, or he was sent back to have a bullet put into his head, or he was grieving, or...
He could not say that he wasn't grieving still. He could not say that he was completely, 100% recovered from the loss of Grantaire, but when he'd seen Dan posting on the network again, he'd just taken a notion. He was an attractive man, someone he enjoyed talking with, and if it led to anything more, then amazing. If not, well... then it wasn't meant to be.
Dan had replied quickly, and Enjolras soon found himself smiling away like a simpering schoolgirl over the most simple of exchanges. He would've have been able to do that a few months earlier without feeling terribly guilty about it.
Enjolras would hate to admit how many outfits he'd been through. It was ridiculous, but he'd finally settled on something smart enough without being overly formal. He was wearing a button up white shirt, but no tie, and the sleeves were rolled back to his elbows. He arrived just about seven, and opted for taking up a barstool for now. They could always move if it felt more suitable later.