Sweet Dandelions
a jbm 1920s au that nobody asked for (shoutout to the bae @grantaire-the-drunken-artist for coming up with this idea with me
“So you comin’ tonight?”
“What?” Musichetta turned back to her friend, not entirely aware of his question.
The man laughed. “I asked if you were coming to my little get-together. It’s gonna be a blow.”
Musichetta leaned against the rough brick wall of the corner store, just catching her friend coming out from buying a pack of camels. He was about the same age as her, a little short but quite handsome. Word around the city was that they were hooked to each other, and to be honest they couldn’t blame the rumours considering how close they were. He was her best and first friend found in the concrete jungle of New York City.
“Courf you said you was only inviting the coolest guys you knew?”
“Yeah by that I meant I’m only inviting the bent guys I know.” Courfeyrac took a drag from his cigarette. “And if my memory serves me correctly, you’re pretty bent.”
“Only a little bent. I still like dudes, you know? Maybe I’m just half bent.”
“Hey hey you full bent and you full straight. Who says you can’t be both anyway?”
Musichetta laughed. “Calm down now; don’t all get justice-y on me. And who else you invitin’ anyways?”
“Loads. I got them connections, but there’s a couple fellas you know. Lemme think…well you know my bird Ferre, then there’s Fee and Baz, Enjolras, R, Eponine, Marius-”
Musichetta snorted. “Marius? I’m afraid he’s as straight as a ramp, pal.”
Courfeyrac took another drag from his cigarette and he blew it out slowly with a smile. “My walls would say otherwise.”
She shook her head. “I don’t even wanna know. But yeah I’ll be there, when is it?”
He grinned up at her wildly. “Tonight at eight, and wear somethin’ fashionable. It’s gonna be real classy with champagne and shit- don’t ask me how I acquired it though.” Courfeyrac tossed the remains of his cigarette on the ground and stopped it out. “Well I gotta go see a man about a dog, but I’ll catch you tonight, doll!”
Musichetta couldn’t get a word in before she saw him dart off into the distance, disappearing in the crowded street. Her mind still lingered on Courfeyrac’s description of his upcoming house party, unable to fathom what it would be like. She was one for parties, but something told her this would be very different from any other.
