"Les Directeurs de L'opéra"

@vicomte-raoul-de-chagny @sweetest-soprano

The fact that this is something that is still being remembered is absolutely hysterical to André.

Firmin, on the other hand, looks at you like you've grown a second head. "I...beg your pardon?"

"Oh, my God," André says, grabbing Firmin's shoulder. "Oh, you don't know, do you?"

Indeed, Firmin does NOT know, as the milkshake incident occurred before this was a multi-muse blog.

I have some champagne in my dressing room..though maybe I should procure a more suitable celebratory beverage.”

"Calm down, Firmin," André chastises. "Now, never fret, I do believe I have a rather fine vintage stored away in the office. I think it and your champagne will do nicely, mademoiselle."

"Wha–!? You–"

"Yes, I hid it from you," André sighs. "Would you have let it be if I had not?"

"...No," Firmin grumbles. "And I still want to know what we're celebrating."

André pats him on the shoulder condescendingly. "Oh, you'll find out."

"Yes," he says, "I do believe Miss Garnier is correct."

Firmin grumbles in disagreement, "Je suis entouré d'idiots. Donnez-moi des clous rouillés à manger – ce sera plus supportable que ça!"

André disregards his partner's grousing, continuing, "Oh, do you think we ought to provide something to eat? Something...milk-based, perhaps?"

Francine was already making a list.

"Now, Firmin, none of that. Go have a drink, why don't you?"

"I shall. Et ensuite, je vais te botter le cul, André."

This is not a fight that Firmin is willing to tackle. André mumbles something about cowardice.

"What was that?" Firmin asks him.

@vicomte-raoul-de-chagny @sweetest-soprano

The fact that this is something that is still being remembered is absolutely hysterical to André.

Firmin, on the other hand, looks at you like you've grown a second head. "I...beg your pardon?"

"Oh, my God," André says, grabbing Firmin's shoulder. "Oh, you don't know, do you?"

Indeed, Firmin does NOT know, as the milkshake incident occurred before this was a multi-muse blog.

I have some champagne in my dressing room..though maybe I should procure a more suitable celebratory beverage.”

"Calm down, Firmin," André chastises. "Now, never fret, I do believe I have a rather fine vintage stored away in the office. I think it and your champagne will do nicely, mademoiselle."

"Wha–!? You–"

"Yes, I hid it from you," André sighs. "Would you have let it be if I had not?"

"...No," Firmin grumbles. "And I still want to know what we're celebrating."

André pats him on the shoulder condescendingly. "Oh, you'll find out."

"Yes," he says, "I do believe Miss Garnier is correct."

Firmin grumbles in disagreement, "Je suis entouré d'idiots. Donnez-moi des clous rouillés à manger – ce sera plus supportable que ça!"

André disregards his partner's grousing, continuing, "Oh, do you think we ought to provide something to eat? Something...milk-based, perhaps?"

Francine was already making a list.

"Now, Firmin, none of that. Go have a drink, why don't you?"

"I shall. Et ensuite, je vais te botter le cul, André."

@vicomte-raoul-de-chagny @sweetest-soprano

The fact that this is something that is still being remembered is absolutely hysterical to André.

Firmin, on the other hand, looks at you like you've grown a second head. "I...beg your pardon?"

"Oh, my God," André says, grabbing Firmin's shoulder. "Oh, you don't know, do you?"

Indeed, Firmin does NOT know, as the milkshake incident occurred before this was a multi-muse blog.

"Not now, Richard," André cuts in, effectively silencing Firmin before he can ask for further context. "Now, now, Monsieur le Vicomte, it's all in good fun, non? Something so absurd ought to be remembered and looked back upon with humor!"

@vicomte-raoul-de-chagny @sweetest-soprano

The fact that this is something that is still being remembered is absolutely hysterical to André.

Firmin, on the other hand, looks at you like you've grown a second head. "I...beg your pardon?"

"Oh, my God," André says, grabbing Firmin's shoulder. "Oh, you don't know, do you?"

Indeed, Firmin does NOT know, as the milkshake incident occurred before this was a multi-muse blog.

I have some champagne in my dressing room..though maybe I should procure a more suitable celebratory beverage.”

"Calm down, Firmin," André chastises. "Now, never fret, I do believe I have a rather fine vintage stored away in the office. I think it and your champagne will do nicely, mademoiselle."

"Wha–!? You–"

"Yes, I hid it from you," André sighs. "Would you have let it be if I had not?"

"...No," Firmin grumbles. "And I still want to know what we're celebrating."

André pats him on the shoulder condescendingly. "Oh, you'll find out."

"Yes," he says, "I do believe Miss Garnier is correct."

Firmin grumbles in disagreement, "Je suis entouré d'idiots. Donnez-moi des clous rouillés à manger – ce sera plus supportable que ça!"

André disregards his partner's grousing, continuing, "Oh, do you think we ought to provide something to eat? Something...milk-based, perhaps?"

@vicomte-raoul-de-chagny @sweetest-soprano

The fact that this is something that is still being remembered is absolutely hysterical to André.

Firmin, on the other hand, looks at you like you've grown a second head. "I...beg your pardon?"

"Oh, my God," André says, grabbing Firmin's shoulder. "Oh, you don't know, do you?"

Indeed, Firmin does NOT know, as the milkshake incident occurred before this was a multi-muse blog.

@vicomte-raoul-de-chagny @sweetest-soprano

The fact that this is something that is still being remembered is absolutely hysterical to André.

Firmin, on the other hand, looks at you like you've grown a second head. "I...beg your pardon?"

"Oh, my God," André says, grabbing Firmin's shoulder. "Oh, you don't know, do you?"

Indeed, Firmin does NOT know, as the milkshake incident occurred before this was a multi-muse blog.

I have some champagne in my dressing room..though maybe I should procure a more suitable celebratory beverage.”

"Calm down, Firmin," André chastises. "Now, never fret, I do believe I have a rather fine vintage stored away in the office. I think it and your champagne will do nicely, mademoiselle."

"Wha–!? You–"

"Yes, I hid it from you," André sighs. "Would you have let it be if I had not?"

"...No," Firmin grumbles. "And I still want to know what we're celebrating."

André pats him on the shoulder condescendingly. "Oh, you'll find out."