[Les Miserables] A Friendly Game
Title: A Friendly Game
Author:
bearit
Rating: PG
Genre: General, Friendship
Characters: Friends of the ABC
Word Count: 382
Summary: Courfeyrac decides to lighten things up.
Notes: A prompt given to me from an Anon on Tumblr: Les Amis playing poker. Who would win? Who would cheat? Who would lose all their clothes?
Disclaimer: Les Misérables belongs to Victor Hugo. I have no rights to the novel, musical, anime, or any of the movies. This piece of fanwork is unofficial and not making a profit.
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It was Bahorel who caught him.
The game started off innocently enough. Courfeyrac broke out two decks of cards and suggested a friendly round or two. No sous lost, he promised with a wink. They would bet on drinks.
To everyone’s surprise, Enjolras agreed to join in without much discussion. Combeferre coached him through the first three rounds, after which Enjolras stood solidly on his own. He did not win every hand, but he did not lose, feeling his way through the strategy of the game.
The winners rotated between Bahorel, Feuilly, and Grantaire randomly. Bossuet, of course, never did catch a break. He always folded too soon only to find that if he had stayed in the game, he would have had a fighting chance; or, if he did stay in, he found by the end of the hand that he should have folded outright from the beginning. Not even teaming up with Joly helped his chances any.
When drink had passed the lips of everyone but Enjolras, who had comfortably learned when to fold and when to continue playing and whose calculating mask never revealed his hand, Courfeyrac then suggested that they added new stakes.
“Lose the round, lose an article of clothing.”
Enjolras and Combeferre were the first to raise their voices against this, but their nay votes were overturned by the eager yay votes of Courfeyrac, Grantaire, Prouvaire, and the now very tipsy Bossuet and Joly. And so they begrudgingly agreed to it, much to Courfeyrac’s delight.
Enjolras was the first to lose. He seemed completely befuddled, but he shrugged it off, especially when Bossuet lost the next five hands.
And then Enjolras lost again.
And then Prouvaire, Joly, Bossuet for the final time, Enjolras again, Combeferre, Feuilly, Joly, Courfeyrac, Enjolras for the fourth time and nearly and irately stripped down, Combeferre, Bahorel…
Combeferre set his glare upon Grantaire, who had yet to lose a hand. He watched him carefully and thought it suspicious it was at that moment he finally lost as well. Before he could say something, however, Bahorel angrily cried out:
“Courfeyrac! I see the card you’re keeping up your sleeve!”
Courfeyrac only cheekily and widely grinned.
And so Grantaire wound up disappointed that the game didn’t continue past that point. Enjolras was so close.
Author:
bearitRating: PG
Genre: General, Friendship
Characters: Friends of the ABC
Word Count: 382
Summary: Courfeyrac decides to lighten things up.
Notes: A prompt given to me from an Anon on Tumblr: Les Amis playing poker. Who would win? Who would cheat? Who would lose all their clothes?
Disclaimer: Les Misérables belongs to Victor Hugo. I have no rights to the novel, musical, anime, or any of the movies. This piece of fanwork is unofficial and not making a profit.
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It was Bahorel who caught him.
The game started off innocently enough. Courfeyrac broke out two decks of cards and suggested a friendly round or two. No sous lost, he promised with a wink. They would bet on drinks.
To everyone’s surprise, Enjolras agreed to join in without much discussion. Combeferre coached him through the first three rounds, after which Enjolras stood solidly on his own. He did not win every hand, but he did not lose, feeling his way through the strategy of the game.
The winners rotated between Bahorel, Feuilly, and Grantaire randomly. Bossuet, of course, never did catch a break. He always folded too soon only to find that if he had stayed in the game, he would have had a fighting chance; or, if he did stay in, he found by the end of the hand that he should have folded outright from the beginning. Not even teaming up with Joly helped his chances any.
When drink had passed the lips of everyone but Enjolras, who had comfortably learned when to fold and when to continue playing and whose calculating mask never revealed his hand, Courfeyrac then suggested that they added new stakes.
“Lose the round, lose an article of clothing.”
Enjolras and Combeferre were the first to raise their voices against this, but their nay votes were overturned by the eager yay votes of Courfeyrac, Grantaire, Prouvaire, and the now very tipsy Bossuet and Joly. And so they begrudgingly agreed to it, much to Courfeyrac’s delight.
Enjolras was the first to lose. He seemed completely befuddled, but he shrugged it off, especially when Bossuet lost the next five hands.
And then Enjolras lost again.
And then Prouvaire, Joly, Bossuet for the final time, Enjolras again, Combeferre, Feuilly, Joly, Courfeyrac, Enjolras for the fourth time and nearly and irately stripped down, Combeferre, Bahorel…
Combeferre set his glare upon Grantaire, who had yet to lose a hand. He watched him carefully and thought it suspicious it was at that moment he finally lost as well. Before he could say something, however, Bahorel angrily cried out:
“Courfeyrac! I see the card you’re keeping up your sleeve!”
Courfeyrac only cheekily and widely grinned.
And so Grantaire wound up disappointed that the game didn’t continue past that point. Enjolras was so close.