Enjolras had been convinced to attend, and, in lieu of doing the typical Cinco de Mayo event with his colleagues at the paper, who had pressed him, or the slightly bizarre version that his parents put on, attending a gala event seemed like the best of ways to go.
So, here he was, dressed for the event in a plainer version of the waistcoats that he wore in the dreams, pressed slacks of the same color, and, for a splash of color, a red handkerchief tucked in the waistcoat's pocket. Grantaire had mentioned the color suited him, and he seemed to have worn a decent amount of it at the barricade if the dreams were any indication so, there he was. And currently surveying one of the displayed pieces with some interest...and a quizzical expression.