dear_mun | Grantaire, put the bottle down

Oh but it is I... And you wound me with those comments... Even when they are disguised with such flattery!

[See how wounded she is? She's pouting, R.]

And here I was, about to offer to sit for a drink with you.

It was not my intention to wound. Only to say that I much prefer this Courfeyrac to the form with which I'm more familiar. Please stay. Drinks are on me.

But if you'll pardon me. Shall I offer a chair for the lady, or have my amie seat herself?

I think you should offer me a chair, ami. And drinks would be more than welcome... It is a shock for me to see you in such a way as well... even if I had been forewarned.

[Protocol thusly established, Grantaire jumps up with more dexterity than a man in his current state of drunkenness has any rights to possess in order to fetch her a drink, and then he holds her chair for her with a small flourish of a bow. All this not just for a friend but for Grantaire's particularly undiscerning appreciation for the fairer sex. That this was a friend he knew (and yet didn't) only meant there were more things to talk about and disagree upon than with a usual woman.]

"Such a way." You meant to say it isn't just you then? You recognized me straight away, so it hadn't occurred to me that seeing me was so unusual. What gave me away?

[Courfeyrac is content to watch him rush around to make her comfortable. She accepts the seat and the drink with a bright smile before taking a sip of it... And considering what he asks.]

It isn't just me, no... Rather, I'm perfectly normal for what I know... it's you that's the strange one. [She pauses a moment, still grinning.] The bottle.

[He leans in with an interested expression]

The bottle is my constant companion, it's true. One of the only sure things in life.

[and with that he takes a drink]

So if you are perfectly normal, not a curse as I'd assumed, and I myself am also normal. What then? I am not a man who believes such fantasy-- as you well know, Courfeyrac-- yet I am forced to believe my own eyes. Instead, shall we simply accept our positions here and continue on? [he waves his hand vaguely] How fairs the dialogue with Les Amies? The future of the republic still hanging in the balance?

I know that these such things may be hard to fathom, Grantaire.... But you'll find yourself far less stressed in the coming times if you don't question, but merely accept.

[She leans in, resting her cheek on her palm.]

Not quite... More studies, less revolution. Not quite as pressing as our dear Amis.

[For the most part, and for all purposes of this conversation, they are fairly modern women.]

[Acceptance. Yeah, okay, he can do that. It's a lot to take in all at once, but he can just smile, drink, and keep the conversation going]

More studies? And what topics of study are you working on? [because women's higher education is still a few thing to him]

[That's about all there is to do, really.]

Well, more studies than revolutions for us. But I don't believe the topic changed... Law.

[There is a brief moment where he tries to figure out a more delicate way to phrase this so as not to scare off his female companion (something he would not have done if faced with the male Courfeyrac) but proceeds anyway]

There are women who study law?

[Oh Grantaire, as with her male counterpart, Courfeyrac is difficult to scare away.... And to truly offend.]

You're looking at one of many. Perhaps not as common with Les Amis as it is with us.

[You've got his interest and his curiosity, but the wine has dulled his ability to speculate properly. Women who study law? What a novel and progressive idea! He looks impressed. Of course, it would be his friends among the educated women]

Studying law to what end? For the sake of learning, or are there occupations in law a woman can take? And what of Joly's medicine? Does she still come down with every ailment in the book?

There are occupations we can take, yes. I can't imagine I'd be wasting my time if there weren't.

Yes, she studies medicine... And falls 'ill' with every malady she learns. Some things will never change, I imagine.

Grantaire, put the bottle down

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tl;dr inner dialogue

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sorry for the delay

<3 no problem at all!

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