"Enjolras? Combeferre?" Courfeyrac knocked on the Musain back door. "God, are you two still in there?"
"Ummm—working," Combeferre said, his voice very slightly strained. "Very important."
"Oh, good. I think I left my keys, and Marius is out with Cosette until god knows when—" He tried the door, but found it wouldn't budge. "Guys, why's the door locked?" He put his ear to the door. "What exactly are you working on in there?"
"Mm? Things. Important things."
"Well can you let me in? Please?"
Combeferre gave a grunt of exasperation. "Can you wait a minute or two?
Courfeyrac frowned, pulling a handful of bent hairpins out of his pocket. "Well, I guess…" he slipped one into the lock, fiddling with the second. "But what's so important you can't tell old friend Courfeyrac about, hm?"
Combeferre did not answer, though a rather stifled groan slipped out through the cracks around the door.
Courfeyrac paused, listening… frowning. "Are you two fucking in there?"
Silence. Then, a quiet chuckle.
"You hypocrites, you are, aren't you?!" Courfeyrac swiftly picked the lock, swinging the door open only to find the tables stacked in front of him, blocking his way, cleverly interlocked with the chairs, the club's map of France hung over the only gap.
"Oh for—REALLY?!"
Combeferre's laughter continued, his hands tightening in Enjolras' hair.
"You made that rule, you asshole!" Courfeyrac howled. "You said, no fucking in the cafe, under any circumstances."
There was a satisfied gasp and the creak of the missing table, then footsteps. Combeferre pushed the map aside, his hair mussed and sticking up in the back.
"I believe my words were 'No orgies in the cafe under any circumstances," he said, leaning against the tables. "You know. After last time."
"It got a bit messy," Enjolras added, appearing at his side. His hair was even more ruffled, half-pulled out of his usual ponytail. "You should remember it, as I'm pretty sure you had to clean up the aftermath."
Courfeyrac scowled. "You guys are bastards." He leaned on the doorframe. "So are you going to let me in then?"
Enjolras snorted. "Only if you can get through." He slung an arm around Combeferre's shoulders, smiled, and let the map fall back into place.