Enjolras: Combeferre, you look bored.

Combeferre: Bored? Me? *yawn* Never.

Enjolras: Well, you should be revolting!

Enjolras: And by that I mean disgusting.

Combeferre: You do realize that made no sense.

Enjolras: I'm rather bored myself; I haven't anything to yell about.

Combeferre: So, we're bored.

Enjolras: So of course it didn't make sense.

Enjolras: We could...build a barricade!

Combeferre: Enjolras, you already thought of that plan.

Enjolras: Well, we could pass out flyers and sing!

Combeferre: I have no vocal talent!

Enjolras: Ah, well, you should take lessons with me.

Enjolras: Want to push Courfeyrac off a cliff?

Combeferre: Aww, that'd just be cruel! He likes you so much!

Enjolras: Yes, exactly! That's why he gets pushed off a cliff.

Enjolras: Okay, so I guess that's another idea out.

Combeferre: Guess so.

Enjolras: I don't see you coming up with any ideas.

Combeferre: No, you don't.

Enjolras: Well, you come up with something.

Combeferre: We could all get ourselves shot, except, er, that's what your barricade idea is for... *thinks*

Enjolras: Keep thinking, you're supposed to be the logic.

Enjolras: Um, what's that game R was talking about?

Enjolras: Truth and Ruth?

Enjolras: Truth and Druth?

Combeferre: Dare, Enjolras, dare.

Enjolras: Dare and Ruth?

Combeferre: Aiii.

Enjolras: Truth or dare?

Combeferre: We don't KNOW anybody named Ruth!

Enjolras: Ah, that's the truth.

Enjolras: So how do you play it?

Combeferre: I think you just ask... a question. Or something of the sort.

Enjolras: And don't you get to choose, either a question or a humiliating stunt?

Combeferre: Ahh, indeed.

Combeferre: *coughgettingshotcough*

Enjolras: Okay, question or humiliating stunt?

Combeferre: I guess, er, question.

Enjolras: Are you willing to get shot on my barricade?

Combeferre: Ah- ah- Not, not really...

Combeferre: *shifty eyes*

Enjolras: Aha! I knew it!

Enjolras: Your turn.

Combeferre: What's the truth about you and Grantaire?

Combeferre: No, you have no choice.

Combeferre: At all.

Enjolras: Er, well y'see...

Enjolras: Erm, well...

Enjolras: Can I do a humiliating stunt?

Combeferre: How many humiliating stunts can you do in an empty cafe at midnight?

Enjolras: Heavens to Lamarque, I guess I'll have to answer...

Enjolras: Um, Grantaire is just my friend.

Enjolras: With, er, privileges.

Enjolras: Um, question or humiliating stunt?

Combeferre: Question.

Combeferre: Not much of a CHOICE there!

Enjolras: Okay, do you wear girls' underwear?

Combeferre: I'm sorry, no, I don't... *odd glare* Do you?

Enjolras: Just a question...

Combeferre: All right then.

Combeferre: Do you really believe in this barricade stuff?

Enjolras: *gets teary eyed* Yes, of course I do...

Combeferre: And you're gonna die for it?

Enjolras: *sniff* If I have to, I have to.

Enjolras: Hey! That was two questions!

Combeferre: *shifty eyes*

Combeferre: Was not.

Enjolras: Okay, fine.

Combeferre: *simulates Monty Python* Was not! "Was too!" Was not! Hey, this isn't an argument! "It is!" No it isn't! I came here for a good argument! "No you didn't, you came here for an argument!"

Enjolras: Oh, wait, sorry. Question or humiliating stunt?

Combeferre: Question.

Enjolras: Would you kiss Pontmercy for 1000 Francs?

Combeferre: Guess so. He IS kinda cute, after all. In a girly way.

Enjolras: Ah, and we all know you like the men.

Combeferre: At least I know that there is something OTHER than men, Enjolras!

Enjolras: Well, see...that's not what Viccy meant.

Combeferre: I wouldn't be surprised, knowing you...

Enjolras: Um, my question!

Combeferre: Hey, I asked you two! You have to ask me two!

Enjolras: Fine, fine. Do you like Jehan?

Combeferre: How many times do I have to an- I- err............. *coughuhhyeahcough* SHUT UP.

Combeferre: Do you happen to like any certain members of Les Amis?

Enjolras: No, no I don't.

Enjolras: However...

Combeferre: However?

Enjolras: That shirt is quite becoming on you, Combeferre! There I said it.

Combeferre: Why thank you, Enjolras.

Enjolras: *shifty eyes*

Combeferre: *shifty eyes* ...what?

Enjolras: Nothing...

Enjolras: Your question is...

Combeferre: Nothing WHAT...

Combeferre: My question is nothing WHAT?

Enjolras: No, your question is...

Combeferre: Ahh.

Combeferre: My question.

Combeferre: That one I should answer.

Enjolras: Do you ever drink too much, with... say...Grantaire?

Combeferre: Too much? Not too much, no.

Enjolras: Okay then, as long as we're clear.

Combeferre: However, I must ask now: Nothing what?

Enjolras: YOUR SHIRT IS ACTUALLY QUITE UGLY!!

Enjolras: There, you asked for it.

Combeferre: WHAT?? *runs away crying*

Enjolras: Come back!

Combeferre: I hate you too, Enjolras!

Enjolras: Fine then. I'll leave.

Combeferre: Fine!!!

Enjolras: Okay then!

Combeferre: Go get shot at a barricade! *sobs*

Enjolras: I'm sorry, it had to be said. Have you been getting tips from Prouvaire?

Combeferre: *hmph* Are you implying that I don't even bring my own CLOTHES when I sleep over there? OH CRAP.

Enjolras: Flight and planes!

Enjolras: Are you friends with privileges?

Combeferre: Not QUITE like you and Grantaire. *cough*

Enjolras: Hey! Never discuss that again!

Combeferre: You and R! You and R!

Enjolras: I saw you leave Pontmercy, don't think i didn't!

Combeferre: Pshh, he was bringing me to his house to pick up some of my books that I borrowed to him!

Enjolras: Ahh, if you call that a book...to each his own I suppose.

Combeferre: EXCUSE ME?

Combeferre: I think Marius is cute, but not- not- NOT!!!

Enjolras: That's what you get for mentioning R and me after I told you not to1

Combeferre: I'll shut up! I will!

Enjolras: You'd better, or soon I'll start spreading rumors.

Combeferre: Okay! Okay!

Combeferre: Whose turn was it, now?

Enjolras: Mine. Ask me a question.

Combeferre: How do YOU feel about Pontmercy?

Enjolras: I am personally annoyed by him.

Combeferre: Are you sure?

Enjolras: I am absolutely sure.

Combeferre: Ok-aa-aay.

Enjolras: Don't even, 'Ferre.

Combeferre: I don't know what you mean. *innocent grin*

Enjolras: *punches Ferre in face*

Combeferre: AHH! *runs away crying again*

Enjolras: Haha, you deserved it.

Combeferre: I hate you!

Enjolras: Well, sorry.

Enjolras: *whispers* not.

Combeferre: Go build your barricade yourself!

Enjolras: I need you!

Enjolras: I'm sorry I punched you in the face.

Combeferre: Do not!

Combeferre: You are not!

Enjolras: I am, now!

Combeferre: I don't believe you!!

Enjolras: *cries*

Combeferre: You can't make me feel sorry for you!

Enjolras: I love you Combeferre! Can't you tell?

Combeferre: *sniff sniff* I... I DON'T CARE!

Enjolras: Fine, I'll just go then.

Combeferre: Fine!!

Enjolras: I'm sorry, please forgive me!

Combeferre: You can go see your "friend," Grantaire!

Combeferre: I will not!

Enjolras: I'm sorry, 'Ferre!

Combeferre: I- I guess I accept... your apology.

Enjolras: Yay!