Let the wine of friendship never run dry....

[le_centre]

Characters: Courfeyrac, Enjolras, Joly, Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Emma Frost, Remus Lupin, Warren Worthington III, Elena Lagos, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Laurence, Temeraire and Dr. Zack Addy
Location: A room that has space for a dinner party and a dragon
Time: Monday, 6pm
Content: Enjolras Can Be Charming, i.e. a dinner party for

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[fullmoonarises]

Remus hadn't expected to be invited to a party. He didn't really know Enjolras, but Courfeyrac had invited him. He straightend his tie and knocked on the door frame. "I think I'm early?" He questioned, holding an old bottle of Merlot up.

[le_centre]

Cournfeyrac bounced over to the door and opened it. "Ah, Remus! Yes, you are. Enjolras hasn't even arrived yet. Come in though- oh you brought wine? You didn't have to do that!"

[fullmoonarises]

"I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to do it. I figured since you went through all of this. Plus, it's Enjolras' birthday. What better present than alcohol?" Remus chuckles a bit as he enters the room.

[le_centre]

"I shall force him to appreciate it," Courfeyrac announced grandly. "He is severe in his pleasures, but I think anyone can appreciate a good bottle of wine. Particularly this one. Can I get you an aperitif?" He zoomed over to the side table. "We have port and muscat."

[righteousapollo]

[ooc: red and black tablecloths? I love you, I do.]

Enjolras had quietly let himself into the room and watched with quiet amusement as Courfeyrac bounced around the room. He noted that the duck was still in one piece, thus making the whole night a vast improvement on that last ill-fated culinary misadventure from their university days. A few seconds later and he gave a small cough.

"Courfeyrac, this really is too good of you. Is there anything I can do to help?" He offered, coming around the table and already making a bee-line to put himself in charge of something left unattended on a side-board.

[le_centre]

[ooc; :D I loves me some musical references, I do.]

Courfeyrac lit up at once. He very carefully set the candle he was holding down on the table before flinging himself at Enjolras and greeting him with a bisous. "Enjolras, look! I did not make the duck explode like last time, and I did not set fire to anything! Not even once! Aren't you proud of me? And you can toss the salad, though I can do it- it's your birthday, after all, you deserve to be indolent for an hour or two."

[righteousapollo]

Enjolras obligingly returned the bisous before taking command of the salad-tossing. "Well, I suppose to make the same mistakes as last time would take Bossuet-levels of bad luck," Enjolras mused as he rolled up his sleeves and set to work. Glancing around the room at the veritable feast that Courfeyrac had laid on, Enjolras couldn’t help but add: "Thank you, Courfeyrac, for all of this. You really didn’t have to go to so much effort..."

[le_centre]

"Poor Bossuet," said Courfeyrac, with a wince. "We should have learned not to let me near flames after the first few times. Still, it's cooked! I cooked it all and nothing exploded!" He was terribly excited about this. "Not even the roast cow, though, granted, I didn't cook that."

He grinned at Enjolras. "I suppose I didn't have to, but I wanted to. You so rarely come to parties I ought to make it worth your while to attend one. Happy birthday, mon ami."

whoops repost

[fuckyeahmaths]

Temeraire, whilst horrifyingly intelligent and very well-mannered, was occasionally quite, well. Dragon-like. Now, as he arrived and carefully grew back to a respectable size, was one of those times. He didn't particularly bother to hide his covetous fascination with the dish meant for him, though he did tear himself away long enough to turn to Enjolras and wish him a good birthday and present him with a wrapped cuboid that was obviously a book. Just as obviously, it had not been wrapped by Temeraire, although due to the slight scoring on one side it was possible he had added the ribbon.

Didn't see a thing!

[le_centre]

Courfeyac could not quite keep from staring. He had seen a fair number of things in his life, but a dragon that could quite easily change its own size and wrap books had never been one of them.

"Ah... bienvenue," said Courfeyrac, shaking himself out of his astonishment and smiling. "You must be Temeraire. I see you found your dish already- I'm sorry I couldn't, ah... fit it on the table. Is it alright where it is? I can move it closer once we start in on the meal."

oh my god consecutive posting fail

[fuckyeahmaths]

"Oh! Merci beaucoup," Temeraire guiltily shuffled himself a little further away from the cow, and dipped into his usual half-bow, "Ne vous faites pas de mauvais sang; cela paraît délicieux." The last was added with considerable enthusiasm, and a lash of his tail that fortunately hit only air.

"Vous êtes Courfeyrac, n'est-ce pas?"

fail on my part too, no worries

[le_centre]

"Oui, je suis bien Courfeyrac," he replied, astonished anew. Granted, Courfeyrac did not have much experience with dragons, but he hardly expected them to speak perfect French.

Courfeyrac struggled to find something relevent to say. "Euh... enchantée. C'est vraiment un plaisir de faire votre connaissance et, euh, je suis ravi que vous soyez content avec votre diner, même s'il est un peu différent." Well that was terribly banal. "Your command of French is really excellent, by the way. Did you learn it here?"

[willharangueyou]

For all the compliments Courfeyrac had given her about her organisational skills, Pepper arrived at the dining room very impressed; the decorations were really lovely, and something smelled absolutely divine - she was caught rather speechless for a moment, still watching Courfeyrac bounce around the room. He was energetic to an almost alarming point, but at least it showed a great deal of vitality. Naturally Pepper assumed from his looks and from knowing that he and Enjolras went to university together that he couldn’t be much older, or indeed younger, than Enjolras himself. Truth be told Pepper really couldn’t remember the last time she had attended a birthday party for someone turning twenty three, though she was pretty sure that it hadn’t looked as sophisticated as this did.

Once revived from her reverie, Pepper did naturally take a moment to wish Enjolras himself a happy birthday, handing over her present for him; admittedly Pepper was not so well acquainted with Enjolras that she knew of any appropriate gifts, though delving

[le_centre]

Courfeyrac spotted Pepper soon after she walked in and, still wearing his apron, zoomed over to greet her. "Bienvenue! I am terribly glad to see you. Can I offer you an aperitif? I recommend the muscat. It's delicious."

[righteousapollo]

[ooc: oh mariaaa <3]

Enjolras had graciously thanked Pepper for the gift and began to carefully unwrap it as Courfeyrac in turn bounded over to greet her. "Don't let him get you drunk," he warned her, without looking up from his task, the joke tempered with a half-serious, half-amused smile.

[le_centre]

Courfeyrac pouted at him. "Aw, Enjolras, must you malign my character? I've gone through all this trouble to keep myself on my best behavior this evening, too. I enter in the non-exploded main course as evidence. Miss Potts, I assure you that I can be a perfect gentleman, despite my best efforts to the contrary. I cannot shake free of my participle of nobility, or my aristocractic upbringing all the time." Courfeyrac's passing attempts at seriousness came to naught, however, as he was distracted by something shiny. "Ooh, what did you get Enjolras?"

[vastknowledge]

Zack entered dressed in an outfit that looked like it had been assembled by a very well-meaning eleven year old who had been told to "dress nice". He had a diligently wrapped package tucked under one arm -- he was still fuzzy on gift giving customs with coworkers, especially ones he didn't know as well, and his book had been woefully uninformative on that subject.

He didn't (yet) personally know this Courfeyrac that had organized the party, but he inferred that it was probably the man bouncing around the room talking to everyone with the big grin on his face. That was the logical guess. Unsure of how exactly he was supposed to proceed now that he had arrived, he hung back near the entrance, scrutinizing the scene with an awkward eye.

[righteousapollo]

Spotting Zack as he hovered awkwardly around the door Enjolras had quickly maneuvered around the room in his direction, slipping lightly between clumps of people more easily than not. "Zack! Come in, come in," he touched Zack on the shoulder and waved him in. "It’s good to see you again - how’s your hand?" He asked, looking with some considerable concern at both Zack’s hand and finding he actually had no idea which one (or was it both?) that had been injured.

[vastknowledge]

"Hands, actually," Zack corrected, without much thought. "Um. They're all right. Better, I guess." He was finally off the therapeutic gloves, though the scars on his hands stood out a little more than they'd used to. "Happy birthday," he said quickly, remembering himself. "As per the custom, I got you this." He held the meticulously wrapped gift out to Enjolras.