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Chapter 3- "Of Mud and PWNing"
At the end of practice, Feuilly looked Marius over. Marius had about two pounds of mud caked onto his body, half of which was in his hair. Feuilly, who was rather clean, said "You aren't getting into my car like that. You can ride with Courfeyrac's car. He can deal with your mud." Feuilly smiled and looked over at Courfeyrac and chuckled quietly. Marius ran over to Courfeyrac. "Courf, can I ride home with you?" "Yes but only if you sit on a towel, I don't want your mud all over my car." "Thanks Courf! I owe you one…and a new shirt. I accidentally ripped it." Courfeyrac peeled off what was left of his soaked shirt and glared at Marius. "I know."
Feuilly called everyone over to his car. "Right then, it's Monday and since we always eat out on Monday and its Francesca's birthday, she gets to pick where we eat tonight." Francesca came running through "RED ROBIN!" "Well I guess we are going to Red Robin tonight. It's 6 o'clock now. Let's meet at my apartment at 7." Combeferre said. Everyone left and went home to shower.
At 7 o'clock, everyone showed up at Combeferre's door. Marius had considerably shorter hair and Francesca noticed this and said "Marius what happened to your hair?" Francesca reached up and ran her fingers through his super short curls. "Courf cut out some of the dried mud and it was all uneven so he buzzed the back down to nothing and did a long buzz on the top. He told me that I still have curls on the top." Marius explained. Francesca said "I never noticed how soft your hair is. Marky did a good job cutting your hair, wouldn't you agree André?" Combeferre sort of rolled his eyes and looked over at Feuilly. "We ought to get going." Everyone piled into their cars and met at the restaurant.
At the restaurant, Enjolras reserved a table for 10 and waited for them to be called. When they were all seated at the table, everyone ordered their drinks. Marius wanted a beer so the guys ordered him a Guinness and dinner proceeded.
After dinner, on the way home, Marius giggled A LOT. Marius was rather drunk and slurring his speech. When they got back to Feuilly's apartment, which he shared with Jehan, he decided to stay home with Francesca whilst the rest of the boys went up to Marius and Courfeyrac's apartment to play poker.
Marius was so drunk that Lesgles had convinced him that he had to strip a piece of clothing off for each hand he won until he was in his boxers and then he would be the "Poker Champion". It turned out that Marius "won" every hand until he was in his boxers. Courfeyrac then wrote the word "DOLT" on the back of his head in Sharpie and convinced him to run around the parking lot. Francesca happened to be looking out the window and saw Marius and got her video camera and started filming him. Francesca thought to herself "This is going on YouTube!" Eventually Courfeyrac and Enjolras had to go and rescue him from the parking lot because he was getting sick everywhere. The two of them brought him back up to the apartment and somehow Marius had gotten junk in his hair so Courfeyrac stuck his head in the toilet and gave it a flush.
In the other room, Bahorel had raided the cupboards and fridge in search of beer, wine, and ice cream. He found the beer, some cheap wine, and the ice cream. He and Lesgles attacked the ice cream and Lesgles uncorked the wine with his teeth and started to drain the bottle. Bahorel had already downed three cans of beer. The alcohol and the sugar converged in their systems and caused a high and they both passed out, Bahorel laying flat on his stomach and Lesgles on top of him in a compromising position. Marius stumbled out of the bathroom and collapsed just in front of Lesgles' head. Lesgles moved his head and laid it on Marius' crotch, facedown. Courfeyrac came out of the bathroom and went to Feuilly's apartment where he found Combeferre, Feuilly, and Joly sitting around playing cards and Francesca playing video games with Jehan. "I just PWND you Jehan!" Francesca exclaimed. Courfeyrac looked at Feuilly." Mind if I crash on your couch tonight?" "Sure, just clean up the blankets in the morning."
About an hour later Joly and Combeferre left and everyone who was left went to bed. The next morning, Courfeyrac opened the door to his apartment to find Marius sprawled out on the floor with a leg on either side of Lesgles' head, which was still using Marius' crotch as a pillow. Francesca ran into the apartment and jumped on Bahorel's chest. He jolted awake and accidentally whacked Lesgles, who was trying to sit up, in the forehead causing his head to fall backward and wake Marius up in time to watch Lesgles' head land on his pelvic area. Marius yelped in pain and Joly, who had shown up in the doorway, ran into the kitchen to get an ice pack. Marius grabbed his crotch and curled into the fetal position, rocking back and forth whilst groaning. "Just a minute Marius, I am getting you ice!" Joly exclaimed from the kitchen. Joly brought out the ice for Marius wrapped in a towel and handed it to him. Marius shoved the ice down his boxers. "That should keep the swelling down." Joly remarked. Francesca laughed as Marius laid there on the floor. He then got up and waddled to his room.