Grantaire was sitting at his usual spot in the Café Musain. Lesgle had just pushed past him with a rather hesitant step, careful not to get too close or Grantaires carelessness might rub off. Enjolras is like a beacon of patriarchal hope as he stands before the crowd (mob) of schoolboys. Grantaire would laugh at their little planning if he wasn't afraid they'd kick him out.
It's only when Enjolras approaches him and gives him a withering look that Grantaire remembers why he's here; he is here because Enjolras needs him. He's here because despite everything else, personal safety included, he would follow Enjolras into hell if it meant they'd still be together. This was essentially what sacrifice was, too bad Enjolras just thought of him as a no good drunk.
"I need someone to take care of the passageway." Enjolras projects to the room, his attention restored.
Grantaire stands, moving closer to the center of the room, "I offer my service."
The look Enjolras sends him is one of shock; it's soon replaced by a deep scowl. "I'm in no mood for your talk today Grantaire, we have business. Be serious."
"I am wild." He says rebelliously, and the grin moves freely now because the look Enjolras is giving him has Grantaire just about fighting back the laughter that is threatening to spill forth at any second. If it did, it surely wouldn't help his case. Enjolras gets this look about him whenever he's furious, one that Grantaire finds less intimidating and more mildly agitated. Enjolras has his mouth turned down in a frown and his eyebrows are pinched.
"Go get drunk Grantaire." He says tightly, returning his attention to his men.
"Enjolras let me help." Grantaire insists, he reaches out and grabs a hold of Enjolras sleeve and tightens his stance in case Enjolras decides to yank himself away. If there is one thing Grantaire is good at, aside from drinking games, it is the fact that he won't give up; persistence.
"What will you do?" Enjolras asks, and maybe Grantaire is imagining it but his tone seems lighter. The scowl isn't there anymore and Enjolras doesn't seem upset. There is something in his eye that would suggest that he hopes this is a time that Grantaire is being serious, of course, luckily for Enjolras he is being rather serious for a change.
"Anything." Grantaire breathes, closer now even more so as he says that one simple word right next to Enjolras ear. He doesn't think his voice came out sultry or sexy or anything of the sort, but it looks to have riled Enjolras up just as he had wanted. His desired effect had come to fruition. "I'll black your boots." He adds lamely, just for the benefit of the men still watching them. They shouldn't be witnesses for this. No one should be, but if there weren't witnesses then Grantaire wouldn't have nearly as much fun toying with Enjolras; making him wild.
Enjolras jerks back, "If you want to help, then stay out of my way."
Grantaire slinks back to where he was sitting and apparently there are several protests because not even four minutes later Enjolras is trudging over to where Grantaire has his feet up, a bottle cradled in one hand.
"You're in charge of the passage." Don't let them down.
Those are the unspoken words that Enjolras doesn't dare say allowed, but those are the ones that are present in his eyes.
Grantaire has won this round.
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