Imagine it’s a really freaking hot day, to the point where you can’t actually go outside.
Now imagine Les Amis crammed in one of their apartments, all of them in various states of undress.
Joly and Bossuet are slumped in front of an electric fan, occasionally talking into it so they sound like robots.
Grantaire is flat on the floor holding a cold can of beer on his forehead, moaning about the heat.
Enjolras is leaning out the window, mopping his forehead with a red T-shirt.
Courfeyrac has his head in the fridge and is not-so-subtly devouring a tub of ice-cream.
Jehan is in a freezing cold bath, alongside Bahorel and Feuilly, who also has a fan they took from work.
The only one who seems fine is Combeferre, who is walking around in cargo shorts and a string vest, casually stepping over bodies as he hands them all lemonade.