WHO: Grantaire and Jean Prouvaire WHAT: Bros being bros WHERE: Jehan's apartment WHEN: 8/4 WARNINGS: TBA STATUS: Incomplete
There were few places as glorious on this green earth, R was sure, than the home of Jean Prouvaire. The Court of Miracles, of course, and the place from his dreams, the Corinthe, were both quite fantastic as well, but Jean Prouvaire's couch did not judge him or try to cut him off as he poured himself another glass, and it was real. And squishy, and had an ass-divot in it that was a very convenient fit for R's own ass. So, his couch, and his cozy little home in general, were an ideal place to find oneself barreling toward completely smashed.
R had brought several of the skull vodkas over (since he'd accidentally bought quite a few of them, just in case they were needed), since he figured that if you were going to drink vodka out of a bottle shaped like a skull, you should probably have Jehan around. He raised his glass and poured another shot for himself, tossing it back before setting the bottle on the table for Jehan to take, if he liked.