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our troubles are all the same

CHARACTERS: Wichita and YOU. well, the bartenders and bar regulars. or not-regulars!
LOCATION: Space Babylon
WARNINGS: booze?
SUMMARY: No special occasion here, just an open post for anybody that frequents the space bar. mix and mingle, friends. put up open threads for your characters, or talk to Wichita, or. whatever. anything goes!

[ it's been nearly a week since the last jump, and Wichita's still in a shit mood. which she hates to admit, but it's the truth. she misses Brendan, way way too much. no really, it's too much. she's furious with herself for letting herself get that attached to someone, because she knew, she knew this could happen and it's still chewing up her insides like something our of a dramatic chickflick. her life feels like a sad, sappy little montage from a really terrible space-romance movie right now, and it's making her feel even worse than losing him in the first place. she isn't getting trashed ( at least, she hasn't yet ) and she isn't wasting bullets at the gun range, she's just- doing nothing. at the bar. she's spending all her time at the bar like serving drinks and distracting herself with other people's problems will make hers go away.

it's failing, but whatever. it's easier to not get angry or sad over the situation if she doesn't let herself think about it too much.

so there she is, behind the bar, Jenna's iPod providing a decent mix of tunes over the speakers possibly a little too loud because she doesn't care to overhear anybody's conversations today. either that, or she's too lazy to turn down the volume. either way. she's not looking all that approachable ( at least, not as much as she usually does while she's here ), but she'll probably be the one mixing your drinks today, so. hope you're not too put-off by that. then again, if you're somebody she actually wants to talk to, she might stretch a smile across her face for your benefit. which is the closest thing to a 'no please come talk to me' you'll ever get from her. ]

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[When does Enjolras not look severe? Still, Courfeyrac laughs and shakes his head, raising his voice so Jehan can hear him over it.]

This noise is ridiculous, Prouvaire, isn't it?! We have not been here long at all and I do not know how long we will stay.

[Rarely if ever, of course; all the more reason to let him be.

Looking down and biting his lip briefly, still smiling a little, he shook his head.]

We may go half-deaf... and then you'll all be forced to communicate with me in letters.

[Possibly a very frightening thought; he wrote long letters and had a thing for using metaphors.]

It's faster than a can-can. [Downright scandalous, in other words. Though he was already adjusting to the pacing, if not the volume.]

That would be quite the fate! I cannot write nearly as eloquently as yourself!

[He scoots closer to Jehan so that they can speak in closer proximity, so they do not have to shout so much. He leans in closer to Jehan's ear, laughing a little.]

The pace I do not mind so much, peculiar as it is.

Maybe it's only fair, as I can't speak as well as you do. [He estimated that he was about as charming as a shoe, comparatively.] Also, I doubt a man who has wooed as many hearts as you isn't versed in good letters.

[He repeated the motion, finding it easier to speak that way. He didn't like having to raise his voice, and found it more embarrassing as time went, rather than less.]

The pace is sunny; that suits you. But it doesn't seem Enjolras shares that verdict.

What a pair we make, then. With your penchant for written word and mine for spoken.

[His gaze flickered back to Enjolras a moment before he laughed again.]

Enjolras would be cross with even the slowest of tunes. He will adjust to the environment soon, I am sure.

So long as you don't expect me to match your wit, then I'll agree.

[He also stole a glance at Enjolras then, and could not help a light, fond smile.]

Then in all this time, he has never come here before? [Not very surprising, but;] It does remind me a little of our café.

[Reason enough to visit here.]

[Courfeyrac glanced back at Enjolras as Jehan did, smiling as well.]

I'd have been shocked it he had... [Though the next was a very good point that he hadn't quite thought of yet...]

Yes, take away some of the noise and it would be even better. Perhaps we shall have to meet here in the future if we may request it to be less noisy.

Perhaps in the mornings? Though the one used to staying until morning isn't with us as yet.

[A thought to Grantaire, who had been known to fall asleep on more than one occasion.]

...I would like if we did that.

He will be soon enough.

[He was sure of it. Where Enjolras was, Grantaire was soon to follow. He smiled a little more, trying to push any bad thoughts away.]

It would be less crowded in the mornings as well. That would be the best time to...

I know he must.

[Jehan agreed, in good spirits over the thought. He would, as usual, be only a little late-- undoubtedly.]

...to? [Staring back at Courfeyrac now, he tilted his head a touch, wondering how that sentence might end.]

[Realizing he'd trailed off, he leaned back so as not to laugh so greatly in Jehan's ear, and shook his head.]

My apologies, I became distracted.

[It seemed a decent enough excuse, as he was constantly becoming distracted usually.]

To meet, my friend. To continue the routine we became so accustomed to back home.

[A slight raise of brows, here.

Jehan is really beginning to wonder when anyone might really talk about what was so obviously on all their minds...]

...Yes. Yes, I think we will be able to convince them of it.

[Again, he wasn't sure this was the time to ask if he was all right.]

[He pretends not to see the raised eyebrows. He'd rather not bring up anything right now, or any time in the future. At least Jehan can rest easy knowing that he will eventually get him to talk about things.]

With our charm combined, I am sure of it, truly.

[He hasn't been resting easy in general, lately, but the obviousness of everything...

He'd find the right time.]

Wouldn't my lack weigh yours down? Perhaps you can convince Combeferre, and his eyebrows can convince Enjolras.

[Courfeyrac's arm drapes over Jehan's shoulder as he shakes his head.]

Quite the opposite. We can let Combeferre's eyebrows do the talking with Enjolras, but you will be just as necessary with Combeferre as I am. And then we can both fix Pontmercy with our saddest frowns. Then all will be right in the world, and this bar.

[He'd duck his chin into his collar to hide his smile slightly, glad to lean into the arm that's been offered. It's a good reminder that they're really there, and he hasn't been able to get enough such reminders lately.]

Combeferre will be taken by our logic, not our charm. And Marius... ah, poor Marius Pontmercy. He is as very much distressed as he ever was, it seems.

[It's the same to Courfeyrac, who is more eager than usual to touch his friends to ensure they're not just figments of his imagination.]

It is Pontmercy, I would be worried if he was not. This will feel close to home soon enough, especially as our brothers will join us shortly.

Still abashed over his lady, it would seem. [Poor man, really. It had be stirring his spirits for as long as Jehan could remember, now.]

Yes. I'm looking forward to it. [There was no doubt in his mind that more would come. They must.] We will be noisy enough to challenge the music.

Noisier, even, when Grantaire joins us at last.

[He grins a little and shakes his head.]

We will work on Pontmercy's lady problems in the meantime. Surely with the rest of us being here, he will become distracted plenty.

Oh? That's never worked previously, unless you've conjured a new tactic?

[Brows raised at Courfeyrac, a little.

Marius' joy is almost as overwhelming as his sorrow, if Jehan remembers that awkward breakfast correctly. So Courfeyrac's plan of action to moderate him might prove difficult.]

No, it has not... And I do not. But perhaps the tides have changed.

I will confess, I have not given it too great of thought just yet, but I will come to a conclusion shortly.

...Then what have you been giving thought to, my friend?

[He hopes it's subtle. Just a small push, to show that he meant to push.

While he might usually be shy of demands, when the situation called for it, he could be over-demanding.

Eventually, the situation would call for it, and this was his way of making that clear.]

[Courfeyrac blinks, still transfixing Jehan with his impossibly good spirited smile. Charming. Worry free.

The arm around Jehan's shoulder squeezes a little and he shakes his head.]

Nothing suitable for conversation here, my friend.

[He would not address such things here, in public. And you could not make him, Jehan.]

[Jehan was rarely in the habit of force, so he wouldn't be about to make Courfeyrac speak. Just noting that he'd caught on and that, eventually, the time would occur for such a thing.

In the meanwhile, in reply to the arm squeezing his shoulders, he pat his friend's hand briefly and sat back.]

Then you'll have to pick a more suitable topic for us.

[As it didn't seem Enjolras was feeling moved to speech at the moment.]

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