Grantaire, put the bottle down

[brandybreath]

[the token drunkard of Les Amis de l'ABC is, well, drunk. And very confused]

So.... Where am I?

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[kouros]

[...he stares really, really hard]

Depends. Who are you?

[brandybreath]

[stare all you like. doesn't bother him.]

Depends. Who's asking?

[kouros]

...never mind. You're not who I thought you were.

[brandybreath]

Tell me, what lucky man has the misfortune to share this handsome face? My condolences.

[kouros]

My brother. Admittedly, he wears his drunkeness a little better than you seem to.

[brandybreath]

What an unusually polite way of phrasing that. I appreciate your candor and envy your brother's constitution.

[musichetta]

Where would you like to be?

[brandybreath]

The bottom of this bottle seems like a good place to start.

[musichetta]

A quick journey, if I have ever seen one!

[brandybreath]

Only the beginning, I assure you. Already the bottle is half gone, and the night is so young.

[antinouswild]

[Enjolras looks pale and stricken for a moment.]

It's you...

[brandybreath]

[The mere entrance of this man perks the drunk up visibly]

It is I.

[antinouswild]

[OOC: FYI He's novel!Enjolras and his canon point is well... his death so... yeah. He's also operating under the assumption that he's in some kind of purgatory.]

I didn't think you were here.

[He keeps his chin up and his shoulders back, but still can't bring himself to make eye contact.]

[brandybreath]

[OOC: Good to know your canon point! I was assuming yours was novel, so that's all very good to know. I'm working on getting a novel!voice here, but it's a work in progress. Please bear with me. R's canon point is roughly a couple hours before yours.]

[On the contrary, Grantaire's eyes are all for Enjolras.]

I'm always here.

[antinouswild]

[OOC: You're doing great. Glad we're both novel. LOL You get LM street cred for calling Grantaire "R" BTW]

I...

[For once in his life, Enjolras fights to find words.]

I don't know what to say. Forgive me.

[actuallyprettyclever]

Who knows?

[brandybreath]

I fell asleep in a wine-shop on the verge of revolution, and yet I awoke here. Is this finally Hell?

[actuallyprettyclever]

[How do you even]

Well, I'd be there too. I don't plan on dying any time soon.

[brandybreath]

["That fearful mixture of brandy, stout, absinthe" will make a man sleep for days]

I'd hadn't either, but we don't always get to choose that. How do you know we're not dead here?

[actuallyprettyclever]

Why are you so sure we are?

[beautedudiable]

Have you figured out where you are yet~? Or still trying to get that answer?

[brandybreath]

[Grantaire looks between the bottle in his hand and this woman a couple of times before he just gives up. Everything since he had awoken had been getting stranger and stranger.]

Forgive me, mademoiselle, but... are you someone's sister? You look familiar, but I cannot seem to remember meeting.

Poor Grantaire... I'd apologize, but I'm not that sorry.... >>

[beautedudiable]

[One thing about it, Courfeyrac is not nearly as confused as you are. She's already been filled in about her male counterparts, and the ones to her friends as well.]

To my knowledge I am an only child, monsieur...

never apologise. he probably deserves it.

[brandybreath]

[R's been having a very hard day. Since he woke up, he's been told he's dead and that pagan gods exist. Surely, he must still be drunk after sleeping the day away]

Not just your face but the voice, too. If I didn't know better-- no! Such a thing does not happen except to the likes of Tiresias and Caeneus, things of mere legend, but I would swear I've shared a drink with you.

[beautedudiable]

[That's an understandably difficult day. She can't blame him for being so confused... and there's that certain warmth to her grin...]

You should never second guess yourself, ami.