Courfeyrac ran into the Musain café where everyone was. He saw Enjolras, Combeferre, Grantaire, Jehan, Feuilly, Bahorel, Bossuet, Joly, and Marius.
"Sorry I was late. I didn't get the message," he said, sitting down next to Jehan and Marius. "What did I miss?"
"Nothing yet," said Enjolras. He cleared his throat, "the government has now decided to—what?!" He cried exasperatedly, looking at his giggling comrades. When they said nothing, he continued, "The government has failed to see what is best for the people and is working on—"'
"Um, Enjolras?" came a timid voice. Enjolras turned to Feuilly.
"What?" he asked impatiently.
"Have you seen what you're wearing?" Feuilly asked, rather painfully.
Enjolras frowned and looked down. His tie was a little loose, and his red jacket needed a clean, but he couldn't find anything majorly wrong. Until he realized he forgot his pants.
Enjolras looked up, his face as red as his jacket. "You know what, this is the devotion I need from you guys. I came here, not fully dressed, just to speak to you about the future."
"Couldn't agree more, Apollo," Grantaire said. He stood up with a drunken smile on his face. "France before pants," he said, before dropping his own pants.
Everyone groaned and turned away.
"Times like these, I wish you wore underwear," said Joly, weakly.
Combeferre stood up, "France before pants," he said, and dropped his pants like Grantaire did.
Courfeyrac shrugged and did the same thing. He was closely followed by Bahorel. Bossuet decided to do it too, and Joly reluctantly followed, muttering something about germs. Feuilly did it too, and finally Jehan shyly dropped his pants. Marius sighed and followed along.
Enjolras grinned victoriously, "France before pants!"