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PILOT/101 MEETINGS

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I have recently come to the conclusion that if nobody else is going to write a quirky sit-com style les amis fanfiction set in modern new york then I'll Just Do It Myself which is how this baby was born

each chapter will be written like an "episode" and they'll all be pretty long so it might take a while for new chapters("pretty long" doesn't really do these chapters justice; this one was about 4,000 words so take from that what you will)

but yeah here's this self-indulgent fanfiction that approximately zero people asked for

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Cafe Musain is an interesting place full of interesting people.

The cafe itself is a small building on the corner of one bustling city street and another in fast-paced New York City. It isn't very "popular", per se, so it's never all that crowded. If you did happen to stumble upon this hole-in-the-wall coffee shop, you would be greeted with a large marble counter and more often than not a friendly barista, depending on whose shift it was. The counter was open on the left side, but on the right, there were three barstools accompanying it. Behind the barstools were various comfy couches, beanbags, armchairs, and high-top tables. The walls were covered in windows(as well as art and photography done by local artists), so the space was very bright and well-lit, most likely to provide a sunny atmosphere and to accommodate for the many plants' needs, which were placed on just about any flat surface that could hold them and hanging from the ceiling in macrame holders.

It is the perfect place to have a nice cup of coffee and a hot scone, or maybe secretly plan to overthrow the government and Eat The Rich.

Our story is about the latter. Nobody would want to read about the former.

The Cafe Musain was home to a young political activist group known as Les Amis de l'ABC.

This group was founded in part by Enjolras. Let us say this much: Enjolras was a huge twink. He was taller than most but shorter than a few. He sported curly blonde hair which fell right at his sharp jawline. His skin was porcelain and features dainty. He had a reputation for being impulsive in the heat of the moment. Les Amis' fearless leader in red was determined and charming but had a fury in his heart that burned with the intensity of a thousand suns and couldn't be extinguished like using a flint and steel on netherrack in Minecraft.

By Enjolras' side was Combeferre. His skin was a deep chocolate hue, and he wore his short, curly black hair in a crew cut. Combeferre was extremely fond of moths and big, fancy medical terms. He was the most level-headed and logical of the group and always kept Enjolras from making rash, dangerous decisions.

Courfeyrac was the one who kept things light-hearted when it got too heavy; a very important role in any friend group. He was known for being flirty, a ray of sunshine, and a coffee junkie. His skin was light brown and his brown hair was short and curly. Together, he, Enjolras, and Combeferre were a tight-knit group of best friends - the Triumvirate, if you will. They were the three founders of Les Amis de l'ABC.

Jehan Prouvaire was Courfeyrac's significant other and the group's resident earthy vegan. They wore their long red hair in a braid almost every day to the point where all of Les Amis were almost positive that their hair had permanent indentations in it. They were very spiritual and tended to attempt to summon demons in their friends' apartments, which according to the others was "very distracting, Jehan."(quoted from Enjolras) and "extremely disruptive, Prouvaire, it's three in the morning, please let me sleep."(quoted from Combeferre)