text, un: beatrix

[fiendennor]

This isn't something that I typically find myself asking or even thinking about, to be honest.
But I suppose I'm of age now, and "of age" is a somewhat irrelevant concept when the countries and laws we come from no longer exist, isn't it?

With that said:

In our current circumstance, where might one find an alcoholic drink?

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[winecasks]

That makes sense. Each one of these establishments I’ve come across has its own mood. The place I liked best in Paris was not a tavern or barroom or alehouse at all, but a cafe. I could purchase my wine there, of course, but it was altogether a different environment. It had a friendly air, never uncivil. It very nearly felt like home to me.

[ He liked it for the company, of course. It was where his friends held all their meetings. When people tolerate Grantaire, he’s at his happiest. He pauses, because something isn't quite right. This isn't the same Diana he knows from previous conversations. ]

Is your mind on something, mademoiselle? Or perhaps something is on your mind. I will remind you that one weighs more heavily than the other.

[fiendennor]

[It paints an evocative picture, for sure. She thinks, right now, that she would give anything to sit in an open-air cafe in Paris or Berlin or Rome and enjoy a drink. Such a far cry from this frozen place.

She doesn't mean to tell him, honestly, but it slips out.] A... friend returned to sleep on the station.

She was very dear to me. And I'm frustrated. I wish to take my mind off this.

[winecasks]

Ah.

[ He hadn’t expected to be told that much, really, but he feels that pain. If Enjolras or Jehan were to return stasis, he would be lost. He isn’t a very grounded individual to begin with, but the two of them keep him about as grounded as he possibly can be. ]

This place offers distractions enough for me, but perhaps not distractions enough for that sort of misfortune. I have no words of comfort for you, but I will not burden you with my pessimism.

[ That he doesn’t believe they’ll return to Wyver and Olympia any time soon, that out of the millions of people in stasis, the chances of anyone waking again are very slim. This is why it’s good that Jehan is awake. It’s good to have an optimist to balance out Grantaire’s pessimism and Enjolras’…everything. ]

But I am sorry. And if you like, I will keep my eyes peeled for a more suitable distraction.

[fiendennor]

Thank you. I do honestly mean that.

If you happen to come across anything at all...?

[winecasks]

I will certainly let you know. After all, I have yet to search beyond the main area of the city.

[fiendennor]

Do you really think there'll be much that out there? In my experience, the central areas are where that kind of thing tends to exist.

...still, I'm far from an expert.

[winecasks]

I always found that the best parts of Paris were those that were hidden away, deep in the corners of city.

[ He pauses, giving it a moment of thought. ]

But this is not Paris. It is far colder, and seems intent upon freezing my fingers to the bone. Still, the same logic could very well apply. I will search farther.

[fiendennor]

It's colder, and much smaller. Paris, like London, was large enough that you could likely find a nice establishment even far from the city center proper. Here, I'm not so certain that's the case. If you do find anything, though, I'd be very grateful for the information.