A celebratory day, of sorts.

[eagle_of_words]

A Happy Bastille Day, my friends! Courfeyrac, make us laugh. Grantaire, wine. Bahorel, tell us tales of red revolution. Jehan, a poem. Our Fearless Leader need only stand by and look dramatic. Joly I want to sit by my side throughout it all. As for the rest of you, do something appropriate. All of you, by God, excuse my illness

Comments

[eagle_of_words]

Excellent suggestion! What looks promising? *rubs his hands cheerfully*

[eagle_of_words]

No, no, that won't do--it's irreplacible. My window's a better choice.

[eagle_of_words]

Does it really? But I haven't got anything to chuck at it.

[eagle_of_words]

Can't. I'm terribly unsurprising. Haven't got a thing up my sleeves, you know. *so lying*

[eagle_of_words]

You're a womanising cad?

*also, so not trying*