SECOND ONE SHOT ! I am just writing a bunch of them because I'm really bored and have some ideas. Of course I won't post them all now...
I was sitting in the Cafe Musain going over some of my revolution plans. Everything looks good. I thought to myself as I flipped through the pages of plans. I never realized how many things I have actually planned out. As I was giving the plans one last glance my favourite drunk came stumbling in the cafe with a bottle of whiskey.
"Enjolras! I'm glad I ran into you and none of the others!" Grantaire explained taking another swing of the alcohol.
"Why don't you want to run into any of the others?" I asked putting the papers back into my bag.
"They're not as understanding as you. But then again they are not made of stone." He took several swings of the alcohol this time.
"Grantaire, put that bottle down." I said walking over to him and taking the bottle out of his hand. "And what do you mean they are not made of stone?"
"Come on 'Jolras, don't act like we don't know. You act as if you're a statue that moves. You show no emotion and all you care about is that stupid revolution. We're all going to die! You might as well give up while you're ahead." He has a point, but maybe our revolution will encourage others to fight for freedom.
"'Taire, how drunk are you? I mean honestly?"
"No no no, do not change the subject, 'Jolras" He said waving a finger drunkenly. "And honestly? That was my second bottle of whiskey." He tried to take the bottle back but I just put it on the table behind me.
"If I-"
"Shhhh, don't speak." He put his finger on my mouth silencing me in the middle of my sentence.
"What are you-"
He cut me off again. "I said don't speak." He wrapped his arms around me.
"Grantaire." I tried to say more but his name is all I manage. He doesn't think I'm in love with him, does he? But who am I kidding. I love that drunk.
He kissed me. "I love you more than I love my alcohol." He said and kissed me again.