What if I'm far from home?

[libertin]

Who| Courfeyrac & Enjolras
What| Escape from sister mountain and also voodoo witches.
Where| A District Five themed restaurant with southwestern cuisine.
When| After Venus' exposé.
Warnings/Notes| Drinking.

Courfeyrac loved his sisters. He truly adored them. He wanted the best for each of them. But he did not want to spend anymore time with them. He'd had enough going on in his head, he wasn't sure he had emotions or thoughts left to expend on the five women who'd arrived and dominated his life for the past two weeks. He'd come to terms with his own mortality, more or less. Facing his sisters, with their faces heavy with hurt, he felt his justifications lost a bit of wind. It had been so much easier to talk of revolution and commit himself to a cause without having to face the girls and explain himself. He could barely explain himself now, he'd hurt them so.

He'd been content to suck it up, though. He'd made that bed, he had to lie in it. That is, he was content to suffer their scorn in silence until he'd seen Venus' exposé. That prompted something else in him. He'd gone directly to Enjolras and suggested they get some fresh air. Fresh air led to a walk in silence, which led them to a strange restaurant with a southwestern "District Five" decor.

"Perhaps they will recognize you, my friend," Courfeyrac said, taking off his hat as they entered the establishment. "You are a District Five victor. Surely that comes with some rewards."

Indeed, Courfeyrac was correct in his assumptions, and within a few moments of being seated, the pair were presented with oversized goblets with frozen fruity alcoholic cocktails. Raising his eyebrows, he raised his icy glass. "Lovely, isn't it."

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[orestes]

Enjolras studied their drinks, uncomfortable at his friend's admission. It was one thing to banter about their respective love lives, as meager and confusing as they were, it was quite another to have harmless banter suddenly lapse into seriousness. Courfeyrac seemed determined, one way or another, to keep their conversation heavy when Enjolras was quite content to stubbornly avoid such topics.

"And what would settling down here entail, I wonder." His eyes cast around, leaving the fruity drink only to note similar colors in the patterns on the wall. Everything seemed muted in a vague golden haze. He sighed. Talk of settling down wasn't for them anyway. They'd given that up long before Panem. "It doesn't matter anyway. Cinderella does not seem the type to settle, and before you start, I do not mean that in a derogatory way. Rather, I admire her free spirit, but I expect that she would be unhappy as a housewife. That may very well be part of why you find her appealing."

[libertin]

"I would not marry her either way, Enjolras, even if she were the type to settle. You are right, of course. She is free, and that is why I love her." He plucked the cherry garnish out of his drink and popped it into his mouth. The liquor was beginning to affect him in a more pronounced way. His words slurred slightly, taking on an especially heavy souther accent. "I should like us to stay as we are now. Together as we please, but not bound by some hideous, unsentimental contract. Nothing legal. Nothing religious. Just the two of us. It is far better this way."

He pulled the fruit from the stem then. "Besides, she already has a husband." And let's face it, even if Courfeyrac has his doubts, he is still a Catholic.

[orestes]

Enjolras' expression turned skeptical at that. They are both Catholics, certainly, but the Revolution had seen the benefit of allowing the institution of divorce, particularly for situations like Cinderella's. He didn't necessarily see the problem with it. Besides which, her husband, however current he might be, was trapped in another world. There was hardly even a logistical problem. "I suppose," He swirled his own drink, watching the pureed ice swish around, half-melted into the hot pink liquor. "Though I wouldn't advice you tell her that. She seems to consider the matter of her husband to be quite settled."

[libertin]

Revolution and reform was all well and good, but Courfeyrac still had a bit of the old faith in his heart. He was his mother's son, even if he had given up most other attachments to his family. Like their beloved particle, for example. "She very well might say such things, but she and I are different creatures. Another reason she is so highly appealing. I do not expect you to understand, my friend, and I do not begrudge you for that."

He looked up from his beverage, a look of mischief about him. "Now, tell me about you and Venus. How are things between the pair of you?"