bravo little gavroche!

Uploading this again to get it out more, but also to state some things that have changed.

Our Grantaire has been taken, and the trailer is being filmed.

We are also looking for someone who can edit photos to create a poster for us

More roles are in the roll to genderbend

The prison scene involving Valjean will not be included, due to the fact there is nowhere we can do it. This scene will be altered

Looking for a singer

(he scowls, sliding the offered lighter over, only to light the cigarette between his lips and drop it back in front of her. he sucks in a generous amount as he makes his way over to where he’d sat earlier.)

I lost my good lighter—the zippo lighter I bought. The one with the cursive ‘R’ engraved into it. One of my best investments, really.

(Grantaire drops to the floor to search around under tables and chairs, conveniently finding loose change while he’s at it—four quarters. a whole dollar.)

( Courfeyrac replies with a frown of her own. It was a lighter, there was nothing else to it. The thing lit cigarettes, and the lighter she slid over did the same )

A lighter's a lighter. You can go and get another zippo, get it engraved and there, you have it. Can you quieten down a little?

( Hand waves to Gavroche, and then Courf's brow raises. A slight shake of her head )

[ Strolling westward, the chill in the air that confirmed the fact that summertime had yet to grace the city had drawn the young woman to realize with slight annoyance that she had left her jacket within the backroom of the Musain during the evening’s meeting. Muttering crossly under her breath, she had turned back towards the cafe. Finally reaching her destination, she briskly stepped inside and climbed the steps up to the privacy of the backroom. Halting in the doorway, Bahorel blinked, almost surprised to see the room still occupied. ]

—Courfeyrac.

Sorry, Mon Ami. He's not slept much these past few days

[ She was still surprised that someone had come back. The meetings had been finished for quite some time, and people had disbanded over some time. She glanced back towards her work that had shifted across the table,]

( She understands want for a cigarette, and is itching for one herself. He seems to be wanting one more than her. She lifts up her messanger bag and slides her hand into it, grasping the battered old lighter Marius had given her and placing it down onto the table, not before she lights a cigarette herself. She wants to move away from Gavroche, but waking the boy up would be more problem than its worth. Glancing back to Grantaire, Courf allows a slender brow to raise. Although the other man can irk her, he's probably the best company that she has here, apart from Joly and the child snoring away on his chair )