Wherein someone dresses up as a moth for Halloween in an attempt to seduce Combeferre.
"So, are you enjoying yourself?"
Combeferre had made an attempt to ignore the raucous proceedings of the night, shuffling himself away to quick recluse beside a bookshelf, creating idle conversation with the mildly more sober and peering over the edge of his cup, glancing from window to floor, grumbling about the state of the music industry and the effects of mixing alcohol in a slight, inaudible tone.
The voice came from a figure leant against the shelf to his left, blinking rapidly, almost an attempt at fluttering.
"Courfeyrac?" The taller man somewhat inquired, a grin picking up the corners of his lips as he stifled a chuckle at the sight of his friend.
Courfeyrac looked utterly ridiculous, feathered antennae erupted from slovenly curls, one drooping over his eye across a cheek, hiding his own smirk. The centre's shirt was a neutral colour, grey fur about the neck and presumably trailing down his back, fluffy gloves of a mottled brown wrapped from forearm to elbow. Two, very soft in appearance, golden wings were strapped to his back, moth-like, and patterned with sooty circles, tipped with speckled lights, clumsily sewed and tied about his waist, hanging open, jostling the accumulated group behind him.
"You're a moth?"
"And you, ma' kind fellow, are the worst sexy nurse I have ever seen." Courfeyrac retorted, gesturing to Combeferre' jade scrubs. A slight blush adorned the cheeks of the latter man, pushing his blue-rimmed glasses further up his nose.
"I just go here from the hospital, I apologise for the unimaginitive attempt." He jested, pointing at the cheap plastic knife-upon-headband that had been thrust through his skull at a tilted angle.
"Still think you'd look good as a sexy nurse." Combeferre snorted with laughter.
"That title goes to Grantaire."
"You saw those photos?"
"I was with Enjolras."
"That, explains alot."
"Why are you a moth?"
"It's halloween!" Courfeyrac exclaimed, flashing teeth and winking with exaggerated expression, "Is it not the point to dress up and get pissed?"
"Courfeyrac, why are you a moth?"
"Are you shining?"
"Huh, what?"
Courfeyrac pressed himself closer to the guide, peering up at him with awe-filled hazel eyes.
"Because I'm attracted to your light."