A/N: This shall be the first of several (yeah idk how many) drabbles/oneshots/what have you for modern!Les Amis bromance fluffy goodness. I adore these boys, so it was only natural.

That said, you should all immediately go read "Gray or Blue" by theseveremercy. Firstly, because it's PERFECTION and secondly, because it's the 'verse these drabbles are set in!

So here goes.

It was a quiet night in the bar, as Bahorel, Feuilly, and Joly were off at some concert or other. Enjolras and Combeferre were actually trying to get some work done at the corner table, Grantaire was asleep at the bar, Bossuet was reading, and Jehan was trying to get used to his new laptop. Courfeyrac had not caught the work bug, however, and instead sat on the edge of the covered billiards table, teasing Jehan.

"Whatcha writing?"

Jehan made a face, tilting his head to look up at Courfeyrac, who just grinned and swung his legs back and forth. "Same thing as when you asked two minutes ago, Courf."

"Oooh, more poetry! Is it about me?"

"No, Courf." Jehan just shook his head. "But if you keep bugging me, it will be about you, and it'll be angry poems."

Courfeyrac shrugged. "I'll take it."

"Yeah, we know you will," muttered Grantaire, who was apparently less asleep than they all had assumed.

Bossuet held his book up to his face, trying to hide his laughter while Enjolras and Combeferre pretended they hadn't heard (or perhaps they hadn't, engrossed as they were in the books and papers littered across the table).

Courfeyrac bit back a smug grin, but Jehan's face was quickly turning a shade of red reserved for cartoon characters. Grantaire only chuckled darkly and reached over the bar for his half-finished bottle of whisky.

Suddenly feeling a little sorry for Jehan's obvious embarrassment, Courfeyrac hopped off the billiards table and grabbed the laptop.

"Hey!" Jehan protested lamely.

Courfeyrac ignored him and resumed his seat on the game table. "I've got an idea!"

Bossuet looked up from his book suspiciously. "What sort of idea?"

"Oh don't worry," Courfeyrac laughed. "The normal kind."

From across the room, Enjolras snorted, earning himself a disgruntled half-glare from Courfeyrac. "What?" he shrugged. "Most of your ideas are...shall we say, not so normal."

"I'm borrrrrred," Courfeyrac moaned, failing miserably to defend himself in Enjolras' eyes.

Jehan, resigned to the loss of his laptop for the night, hopped up on the table next to him, leaning in to peer at the screen. "How to play-"

"Shh!" Courfeyrac shushed him, glaring around the room. "If they think it's such an 'abnormal' idea, then they don't have to be a part of it."

Bossuet was very interested now, so he attempted to console Courfeyrac. "Oh, he was only joking. Share with the class, will you?"

Courfeyrac just shook his head petulantly, leaning to whisper something in Jehan's ear, which made the other giggle.

Combeferre, who had remained silent until now, sighed. "Just tell us, Courfeyrac."

Since he was clearly dying to tell them anyway, it only took a gentle elbow from Jehan for Courfeyrac to burst out "billiards!" and dash towards the line of cue sticks against the wall. He grabbed one and spun around, waving it at the game table.

Jehan grabbed his laptop and ran for the cover of a nearby table as Courfeyrac whipped the cover off the billiards table. "Voila!"

"Um," Bossuet began, "do we have any idea how to play?"

"It's just like pool," Courfeyrac admonished him, much to the amusement of Combeferre and Enjolras. "...What?"

"Might want to double check your sources," Enjolras remarked with the barest hint of a smirk.

Jehan immediately began hunting through the results page of Courfeyrac's abandoned "how to play billiards" search, but Courfeyrac ignored Enjolras' comment and continued to pretend he knew what he was doing. "What do you call this thing anyway?" he mused aloud, turning the cue over in his hands.

"Um, just a sec." Jehan typed "billiard stick" into Google and clicked on the corresponding wikipedia article. "Cue!" he announced. "Or 'cue stick', I guess?" He was silent for a moment and then he gasped and turned pink.

"What?" Courfeyrac demanded, coming to stand behind him. Jehan only giggled and pointed to the screen. "What's so f-" The question died on Courfeyrac's lips and was transformed into uproarious laughter, bringing Bossuet, Enjolras, and even Combeferre over to see what was so damned funny.

"B-butt," Courfeyrac gasped out between howls, as Bossuet mouthed "shaft" with a scandalized look on his face. Jehan had his eyes tightly shut, giggling soundlessly and turning pinker by the second. Enjolras and Combeferre shared a "they are so immature" glance before they broke down laughing themselves, which caught the attention of a sleepy and puzzled Grantaire.

"What the fuck is going on?" he growled, hiding a very small smile.

Jehan just held up the computer, which Grantaire took and inspected.

He still looked puzzled. "So?"

"So?!" Courfeyrac sputtered. "So? You mean to tell me you find nothing funny about the fact that parts of a stick you use to play with balls are called 'shaft' and 'butt'?"

Grantaire shrugged and gulped down the last of his whisky. "Lots of things have a shaft and a butt." He strolled back to the bar and laid his head down, only just managing to suppress a chuckle.