[For Guy and Michael]Sexiled!
Enjolras had been to the party upstairs only briefly, to get a plate of food and a single glass of wine. The meal had been perfunctorily consumed and the wine was not yet half drunk as he sat on his bed, back propped up by pillows and a book about the Napoleonic wars on his lap. He read with a thoughtful frown, grateful that his room was far enough from the epicentre of the party that almost no sound disturbed him here, save the occasional drunken laughter and chatter of couples slipping away for a more private venue as they passed his door.