Who? Enjolras & Open Where? Bryn's bar When? Jan 10th, 8pm What? Post-Paris drinks. Rating? TBD Open? Yes, subthreads welcome.
Before the battle, Enjolras had felt convinced that when the door finally closed he would be completely broken apart. He'd been wrong, thankfully. He had known the door to Paris was due to close, and rather than cry over his lost friends and love, he'd been able to think gladly on what they had all managed to achieve in such a short time.
So, he'd said his farewells to Marius. He'd simply told him that he had to travel, he had somewhere else he needed to be, and he'd left him the leftover money to use for the cause in whatever way he saw fit. A kiss to each cheek, and he'd walked away straight back through the portal to the station. To his new life, his new home.
After posting on the network, he'd got himself cleaned up. Properly, with hot running water, shower gel, shampoo, toothpaste, deodorant... God, Paris of 1832 stunk, it was amazing how you got used to it. He'd changed into his more modern wardrobe - dark jeans, white t-shirt; the only thing that hadn't changed was a pair of black military style boots. They were good for the snow, as was the winter coat that would be shrugged off once he was at the bar.
Once at Bryn's, he made himself quite at home. He grabbed a bottle of red, poured himself a healthy glass, and sat down at one of the larger tables. He didn't want to assume what anyone else might drink, they could figure that out for themselves.