Marius was whistling happily as he went into the Café Musian. He stepped through the door of the back room, and was promptly lifted by the collar. "Plagiarist."
Bahorel threw down his dominos. "Prouvaire is going to beat the snot out of Marius!" He said joyfully.
"I-I-I-I" Marius was obviously not expecting this sort of greeting.
"Break his nose!" Bahorel cheered.
"I'm not going to break his nose, I'm going to break his neck!" Jehan snapped. Two seconds later he was attempting to do just that, while Marius yelped like a wounded puppy.
Courfeyrac's eyes were as wide as saucers. So was everyone else's. None the Friends of the ABC had ever seen Jehan even mildly peeved, let alone murderous. Courfeyrac ran over and tried to pull Jehan away from Marius.
"Let me wring that plagiaristic neck of his!" Jehan growled, struggling to get back at thrashing Marius. Marius whimpered.
"I didn't mean any harm...I just copied a few...pages."
"Idiot! Don't you know when you use someone else's work you are supposed to give them credit for it?!"
"Yeah, Marius." Bahorel said laughing so hard tears ran down his cheeks.
"Of course I know that. But since I was giving it to a girl I didn't want to have to quote you-" He broke off in a gasp. Jehan had gotten away from Courfeyrac and was trying to kill Marius again. "I swear to the heavens, Prouvaire, you ought to hear my poetry, its horrible. Would someone mind helping me out here?!"
Enjolras chose this moment to enter the backroom. His eyes widened at the sight of Marius cowering under a table, with Jean Prouvaire trying to throttle him as best as he could reach. "Jean Prouvaire!" He barked.
Jehan froze. His ears began to burn and his hands dropped limply at his sides. "Sorry Enjolras. Sorry Marius."
Enjolras stared a few minutes longer and then went into the back of the room to talk with Combeferre. He gave another bewildered glance at Jehan before continuing his conversation.
Jehan bit his lip and helped Marius to his feet. "I am sorry." He muttered. "I get a little defensive sometimes."
Marius dusted off his trousers. "That's okay. I just couldn't understand why you were so upset over some mediocre poet-"
Jean Prouvaire punched Marius so hard the poor boy lost consciousness.
"Whoa. Remind me never to critique your work, Jehan." Joly said.
"Jehan!" Courfeyrac cried, "What on earth were you thinking?"
"I'm thinking that if I'm good enough to be plagiarized, I'm a darned sight better than 'mediocre'." Jehan replied, and stepping over the prone form of Marius he left the café.
Enjolras poked at Marius with the toe of his boot. "Why couldn't someone have done this when he was raving about Corsica?"
Bahorel grinned. "I'm such a good influence."
Bahorel threw down his dominos. "Prouvaire is going to beat the snot out of Marius!" He said joyfully.
"I-I-I-I" Marius was obviously not expecting this sort of greeting.
"Break his nose!" Bahorel cheered.
"I'm not going to break his nose, I'm going to break his neck!" Jehan snapped. Two seconds later he was attempting to do just that, while Marius yelped like a wounded puppy.
Courfeyrac's eyes were as wide as saucers. So was everyone else's. None the Friends of the ABC had ever seen Jehan even mildly peeved, let alone murderous. Courfeyrac ran over and tried to pull Jehan away from Marius.
"Let me wring that plagiaristic neck of his!" Jehan growled, struggling to get back at thrashing Marius. Marius whimpered.
"I didn't mean any harm...I just copied a few...pages."
"Idiot! Don't you know when you use someone else's work you are supposed to give them credit for it?!"
"Yeah, Marius." Bahorel said laughing so hard tears ran down his cheeks.
"Of course I know that. But since I was giving it to a girl I didn't want to have to quote you-" He broke off in a gasp. Jehan had gotten away from Courfeyrac and was trying to kill Marius again. "I swear to the heavens, Prouvaire, you ought to hear my poetry, its horrible. Would someone mind helping me out here?!"
Enjolras chose this moment to enter the backroom. His eyes widened at the sight of Marius cowering under a table, with Jean Prouvaire trying to throttle him as best as he could reach. "Jean Prouvaire!" He barked.
Jehan froze. His ears began to burn and his hands dropped limply at his sides. "Sorry Enjolras. Sorry Marius."
Enjolras stared a few minutes longer and then went into the back of the room to talk with Combeferre. He gave another bewildered glance at Jehan before continuing his conversation.
Jehan bit his lip and helped Marius to his feet. "I am sorry." He muttered. "I get a little defensive sometimes."
Marius dusted off his trousers. "That's okay. I just couldn't understand why you were so upset over some mediocre poet-"
Jean Prouvaire punched Marius so hard the poor boy lost consciousness.
"Whoa. Remind me never to critique your work, Jehan." Joly said.
"Jehan!" Courfeyrac cried, "What on earth were you thinking?"
"I'm thinking that if I'm good enough to be plagiarized, I'm a darned sight better than 'mediocre'." Jehan replied, and stepping over the prone form of Marius he left the café.
Enjolras poked at Marius with the toe of his boot. "Why couldn't someone have done this when he was raving about Corsica?"
Bahorel grinned. "I'm such a good influence."