I posted this on another website, but I thought I'd post it here as well. This is my first story on this website in a few years, and the first on this account. I hope you enjoy this!
One night couldn't hurt, Enjolras thought as he sipped his third beer. Grantaire had convinced him to take the night off and attend a party at the bar.
Enjolras watched as Grantaire downed another drink. He was talking to an admittedly attractive girl, who giggled at every word he said.
I should probably stop this...Enjolras thought, concerned for the welfare of the young, red haired girl. He walked over to Grantaire and pulled him away.
"Stop that. You two are both drunk."
"Not for me. You."
Enjolras turned to see the girl, who was not actually as drunk as he originally assumed, standing behind him. When she saw him looking her way, she smiled, lust filling her eyes.
"Why would you do that?"
"I tol' you to take a night off. Have fun. Get laid," Grantaire slurred. Enjolras sighed. He heard this speech earlier, though the final part had not been previously mentioned. "This is Simone. You guys should fuck."
"How could you possibly think that I would engage in such unwholesome behaviors with a girl I barely know?"
"Crazy shit happens when people get drunk."
"I'm not that drunk!"
"Yet."
The next morning, Enjolras awoke in an unfamiliar bed. He sat up too quickly, sparking a headache that made him fall back into the pillow. He closed his eyes again, the bright sun worsening his headache.
I'm going to kill Grantaire, he thought as he took in his surroundings. He reached under the blankets to find that he was naked. Further inspection found another form lying next to him. He jumped back at the texture of soft skin. A girl.
He squinted open his eyes to see a flash of thick, red hair.
"Good morning, sunshine," she smirked. "Recovering from last night?"
"I'm going to kill Grantaire for this wretched hangover. How does he do this daily?"
"Practice?"
Enjolras gave a small laugh. "He does have enough experience."
An awkward silence fell over the accidental lovers.
"Look, about last night–"
"Don't worry," Simone started. "It's not your fault. I wanted it too."
"I just never thought it would happen this way."
"What? Going out with friends? Getting wasted?"
"Making love for the first time."
Simone looked at Enjolras in awe.
"I know it's way too soon, I mean, I know nothing more than your name, but I feel it would lessen our sin if we...started over?"
"I like that idea. I'm Simone, and grew up just outside of Paris. Now, I'm living with an old family friend, Marius Pontmercy."
"Marius? He and I are good friends. We go to school together."
"That's nice. So what about you?"
The two talked for hours. After that day, they seemed inseparable. No one had ever seen Enjolras like this. He was happier. For the first time, he felt like more than just a faceless revolutionary. His life had a meaning.
But it couldn't last.
