god rest you, merry gentlemen

[pylades_drunk]

Grantaire is usually the one who shows up to parties, rather than holding them, and he sees why only a little ways into making sure his apartment is clean and well-stocked to have his friends over.

Still, the high ceilings and at-some-point modern furnishings of the Bramford make an apartment that could easily be cluttered by wine and moved-out furinture look cozy instead. And, he thinks, especially with the rough last few months, Christmas should be a good time for everyone. It's perhaps his turn to ensure the comfort and warmth and laughter he enjoys so much actually happens for his friends.

It is, after all, a little amazing that they are all here.

The cat's settled on the back of one of the chairs, and everything seems actually done, so that just leaves Grantaire to start to get anxious that everyone has better things to do on Christmas Day than come see him. He's experimenting in mulling, though, and that disguises it pretty well.

[Christmas afternoon/evening party at Grantaire's! There's music, plenty of drink and food that he absolutely did not make, he promises. The Amis would have been the major ones invited but this extends to families/significant others/friends of course, too. The more the merrier. Tag in, tag each other, tag late, tag forever!]

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[pontmercyfriend]

Marius is thrilled to receive Grantaire's invitation. It's been quite some time since all of them from their time in Paris have gathered together like this; as grateful as Marius is to all of the other friends he's made in Darrow, he still appreciates having a chance to bond together with people from home. People who understand what they've left behind and what they've all lost.

But he isn't here to dwell on the past; he's here to celebrate.

And to desperately hope that none of his friends, least of all, Courfeyrac, found out about the unfortunate cat accident at that strange party the other week.

He shows up at Grantaire's with a bottle of wine; one of the rarer, locally made vintages he'd had a coworker help pick out. In his other hand, he carries a plate of delicious pastries from the only decent bakery that even comes close to the magnificence of the ones back home.

He manages to knock with his elbow, and he makes his way inside with relative ease, without spilling or dropping anything.

"Joyeux Noel," he says by way of greeting.

[lafaute]

Gavroche is here, laden with gifts for his friends. It is a strange thing to have money that he can spend; to be able to give anything at all. He is, as of yet, not used to this. Some days it feels more normal than others. Tonight he is grateful for it, and not thinking of anything else. The gifts are books, and wine, and for Courfeyrac a rather dashing pair of cufflinks. Exactly what he thinks his friends will like.

Gavroche dumps them all on a table, turning to announce he is here. "Mes ami! Let us celebrate."

[adifferentlife]

There is a part of Sybil that feels odd arriving with Sybbie. Had these friends of Henri's not all been there to witness their marriage? And then her daughter by another man had arrived the next day. It was a complicated situation, and it was from these men that she worried the most about judgement.

She sat to one side, her sleeping daughter resting against her chest. Sybil was content to watch her friends, and to take peace in simply being here.