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thecapitol2014-01-07 12:56 am
orestes) wrote in thecapitol2014-01-07 12:56 am
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the world is on my side I have no reason to run; closed
WHO| Venus and Enjolras
WHAT| Ill-fated attempts at bromantic drinking.
WHEN| The evening of the network hack.
WHERE| District 5 suites, and then some altogether too fancy bar in the Capitol.
WARNINGS| Fixing problems with booze, a perpetually awkward not!romance.
He dressed quickly, impotent rage at, well, everything to do with the Capitol still vibrating from his chest to his fingertips. She was right, of course, she was perpetually right and far more prudent than Enjolras himself could ever stand to be. The network was no place for these conversations and he was letting his anger get the better of him lately. It wouldn't do.
With long, purposeful strides, he made the walk down the hall to her room. Sometimes he regretted their proximity, it always seemed as if he was in front of her door before he had time to properly collect his thoughts. There was enough time to come down slightly from the righteous high of his fury, but not enough to come up with a plan for dealing with Venus. He swallowed hard, and raised a hand to knock. There was no turning back now, she could probably even hear him standing in the hall like a fool.
There was nothing to this evening but two friends venting frustration the way friends have always vented frustration. Were Marius not married now, it would be him Enjolras was calling on. He steeled himself with these thoughts. A part of him knew they were false and that he was tricking himself into a situation for which he was perhaps unprepared, but it was enough to do the trick. Moreover, it would be easier to delude himself when drunk.
WHAT| Ill-fated attempts at bromantic drinking.
WHEN| The evening of the network hack.
WHERE| District 5 suites, and then some altogether too fancy bar in the Capitol.
WARNINGS| Fixing problems with booze, a perpetually awkward not!romance.
He dressed quickly, impotent rage at, well, everything to do with the Capitol still vibrating from his chest to his fingertips. She was right, of course, she was perpetually right and far more prudent than Enjolras himself could ever stand to be. The network was no place for these conversations and he was letting his anger get the better of him lately. It wouldn't do.
With long, purposeful strides, he made the walk down the hall to her room. Sometimes he regretted their proximity, it always seemed as if he was in front of her door before he had time to properly collect his thoughts. There was enough time to come down slightly from the righteous high of his fury, but not enough to come up with a plan for dealing with Venus. He swallowed hard, and raised a hand to knock. There was no turning back now, she could probably even hear him standing in the hall like a fool.
There was nothing to this evening but two friends venting frustration the way friends have always vented frustration. Were Marius not married now, it would be him Enjolras was calling on. He steeled himself with these thoughts. A part of him knew they were false and that he was tricking himself into a situation for which he was perhaps unprepared, but it was enough to do the trick. Moreover, it would be easier to delude himself when drunk.