A scene about Joly and his hypochondriac-ness
I feel so bad because I haven't updated this for ages and ages etc... I'm sorry :(
Wow. It has actually been ages. Was it last year?!
This is going to be set in 2013/14 because I need proper doctors , medicines and machines etc :)
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Joly staggered through the icy streets of Paris, wrapping his scarf tightly around his nose and mouth as the freezing wind pelted against his face. He shivered inside his coat and quickened his pace, eager to reach the Musain. The warm, dry Musain filled with his friends. It was the middle of December and it was unusually cold for France, something which Joly detested- it opened up more possibilities for illness. It was also exactly three years since his grandmother had passed away due to breast cancer.
As he rounded the corner, the familiar sights of the Musain swam into focus through his teary eyes. He kicked off the snow from his boots and pushed open the door, letting the warmth and light flood his face. The corners of his mouth twitched up into a small smile as he hung his coat and scarf on a peg by the door and walked to the counter. A tall, pale girl with fascinating grey eyes stood behind it, handing over a pint to an older man. Joly stared at her unfamiliar face as she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Shaking his head and blinking, he moved towards her and asked for a coffee.
''Coffee? Not some form of alcohol?'' Her voice was sharp yet smooth. He nodded slightly as she turned away to turn of the coffee machine.
''Too many complications with alcohol.'' She laughed at his statement. ''Why have I never seen you here before?'' Joly continued quickly.
''Hmm...? Oh yeah, I only started today.'' She grinned.
''Oh.'' He took the cup of steaming liquid and handed over the coins which the grey-eyed girl took with a murmur of thanks.
''Your friends are upstairs.''
''Thank you.'' He looked at her nametag, ''Annabell'
''Annie.'' He nodded and took a sip of the coffee, the steaming liquid running down his throat. It soothed the sore pains from the wind. Nodding again, he moved away from Annie and up the stairs to the cosy sofas where his friends were sitting in a group around the fire.
''Evening all.'' Joly walked over to Musichetta who immediately attached her lips to his. He kissed back briefly, before pulling away mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like 'you're just recovering from a cold, I could die.'
''Hi J!'' Grantaire slurred from next to the open window, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
''Hello. Can you close the window please? The wind is going to give me the chills.'' Grantaire rolled his eyes and dropped the lit cigarette to the street below. He hopped off the window ledge and slammed the window shut, causing the glass panes to shake. Joly smiled tightly and sat down on a stool near the fireplace, pulling his gloves on.
''Gloves? Inside?'' Sophie called over from a sofa where her limbs were tangled with Combeferre's. She began laughing.
''Yes. In case you hadn't noticed, its about minus 100 degrees out there and there are so many possibilities for me to catch the flu. Garr- I thought you were my friends but clearly you don't understand me at all.'' He started flapping his arms
''Woah, clam down Mr Hypo! I was just kidding. I know what you're like! Because I'm your friend.'' Sophie flapped her hands widly just as Joly had done. He frowned.
