A/N: Thanks for all the reviews on the last chapter. I've written down all your suggestions for couples to write about. They've been added to my idea list so they will be written eventually. For now it's just a drabble i did on the Eurovision Songcontest that's going to be broadcasted tonight. I actually haven't seen anything of it except for some pictures in the news paper, so my knowledge is mostly based on wikipedia. And a big thumbs up for the 'theabcguide' tumblr which helped me quite well for the description of Feuilly today. So for now a story about most of the Amis minus Combeferre and Marius (they were busy so they had to miss out on the fun, i'm sorry.)
Courfeyrac surely knew how to throw a party Grantaire thought when he plopped on to the couch at Jehans living room. A couple of weeks ago their Centre had decided that they were going to have an "Eurovision night" and his boyfriend had allowed him to organize it in his living room, for as long as Courf would take care of everything.
The French flag was used as a tablecloth on the coffee table. On top of it were several types of snacks with cocktail picks in it. Every cocktail pick was foreseen from a flag of one of the competing countries. No one could say Courfeyrac hadn't done his best at this theme party. It was still half an hour before the contest started, but the television was already on with some previews for the night and slowly the guests were coming in. Not all of the Amis could come tonight, but most of them were there.
Grantaire himself was already seated on the couch, beer in hand, Enjolras next to him. His boyfriend wasn't a big fan of the Eurovision, but when he heard the contestant for France would sing in French, his patriotic heart had convinced him to join the party. Grantaire was most curious about the song from Greece, since it had the word 'alcohol' in the title.
Cosette and Eponine were seated on the other couch with Jehan and Courfeyrac. They had seen the semi-finals together and were mostly chatting about the outfits of the contestants. Cosette had just declared that she hoped the Dutch contestant Anouk would be wearing something more spectacular tonight, since she considered the mostly black ensemble from last tuesday rather boring. Eponine was debating it though, she loved the simplicity of it.
Feuilly was on the floor in front of Grantaire and Enjolras. He was a bit disappointed about the fact that Poland wasn't competing, but he still had a list of countries he was looking forward to. As a specialist in foreign politics he had some personal favorites, so he had printed the list of competitors Courfeyrac had sended the day before and highlighted the countries he was most curious about: Greece, Hungary, Romania, Italy and of course his beloved homeland France.
Grantaire looked around the room at his friends. With only Bahorel yet to arrive the living room was already rather full. He knew that when the contest started it would be filled with their loud chatter. This was how he liked his nights best. Beer in one hand, boyfriend tucked under his arm, friends sprawled out around him and a night of useless discussion about bad television ahead of him. Yes, Eurovision 2013 was going to be a good one.