A/N: Happy birthday to Em (clearascountryair)! Here's to one of the coolest friends and best writers I've met in this fandom. Cheers, darling. x
(If this seems rushed, not thought out, etc, it's probably because it is. I'm much more inclined to angst than fluff.)
I don't own any of the characters. If I did, I probably wouldn't be working right now. I mean, wait, what, I'm definitely NOT at work. How dare you.
"Eponine! They're going to be here in 3 hours! This is not the time for messing around!" Enjolras' bright blue eyes glared at Eponine.
Eponine stifled a laugh as she met her friend's icy glare. Enjolras was absolutely covered in flour. The white powder frosted his blonde curls, dusted his shoulders, and absolutely covered his shoes.
"Gabe," Eponine began, schooling her face into a neutral expression, "three hours is more than enough time to make some burgers and a cake."
Enjolras lifted his chin defiantly. "It's Gabriel, and that's besides the point. To accurately-"
He was cut off as frosting was smeared across his cheek.
"Wow, Gabe," Eponine said between chuckles, "red frosting really brings out your eyes."
Enjolras internally groaned as he reached for a paper towel. He wasn't sure what he was thinking, agreeing to host this month's group dinner with Eponine. It was like cooking with a toddler. He was convinced that the small brunette was constantly inebriated. Perhaps she would be better paired with Grantaire next time. Well, at least it wasn't his kitchen that would need cleaning after this.
A chocolate chip pelted his cheek, demanding his attention. He slowly turned to find Eponine, sitting on the counter, popping chocolate chips into her mouth at an alarming rate.
"Eponine," Enjolras began slowly, "we really need to-"
"Wait! Let me see if I can get a chocolate chip into your mouth! Stand still!" A badly aimed chocolate chip bounced off his forehead.
Enjolras was done with this. "Are. You. FREAKING. KIDDING. ME. I have tried to tolerate you, but this is getting obnoxious! What the hell is your problem?"
Eponine merely cocked an eyebrow as a small smile graced her lips. "So the marble man does have his cracks," she murmured as she reached for her phone. "Coufeyrac owes me $40."
Enjolras's eyebrows flew up. "I beg your pardon?"
"There was a betting pool. I won. Per usual." She glanced up at the speechless man in front of her. "Everyone placed bets on how long you would last before you lost your cool. I said it would be less than an hour. You lasted... 38 minutes." Eponine went back to her victory text message. She was forced to stop texting, however, as a handful of flour burst in her face.
Eponine's dark chocolate eyes burned with the fires from hell as she slowly slid off the kitchen counter. Enjolras couldn't stop the involuntary shudder.
"This means war, marble man."
Three hours later, Cosette let herself into the apartment she shared with her roommate, Eponine. Her boyfriend, Marius, nearly walked into her as she stopped abruptly in front of the kitchen door.
"Sweetheart?" Marius asked slowly. "Everything okay?"
Cosette merely giggled and stepped aside. Marius had to take a minute or two for the scene in front of him to register. The normally pristine kitchen was absolutely covered in flour and sugar. Enjolras and Eponine were curled up in the corner, fast asleep. Some lettuce was tucked behind Enjolras' ear, giving him the image of a Greek god, and his arm was draped lazily over Eponine's small frame. Both of them were covered in flour, frosting, and melted chocolate.
"Should we wake them up?" Marius asked as he reached for a camera.
"No, we'll just order pizza," whispered Cosette with a smile. "Oh, and honey? It took them over 3 months. You owe me $20."