Grantaire sat in the corner of the room, waiting for his guests to arrive. The party was going to be fun, he hoped, despite the fact that most people had decided to go to Cosette's birthday instead. He guessed he was being a little rude, but he was going to host the party in the first place and she decided that his house wasn't "quite right" for what she was trying to achieve. So he was having a rival party.

There was a knock at the door and Grantaire stood to open it. Jehan stood in the doorway, his hair nicely braided to one side and intertwined with flowers.

Grantaire grinned. "Wassup," he slurred. "Glad you could come."
Jehan smiled. "Hi Grantaire! It's nice to see you."

At that moment, another guest arrived, peering through the open door. Grantaire caught sight of him and burped loudly. "Courf!"

Courfeyrac smiled at the two guests standing awkwardly in the middle of the room and waved to Jehan. "Hey!"

"Hey Courfeyrac!" He smiled back, a little too broadly.

Grantaire, who had settled himself into a corner, hugging a bottle to his chest, realized that he was meant to be hosting the party, stood up and pointed the bottle at first Courfeyrac and then Jehan. "Wine?"

Courf grinned and reached for the bottle. "Yes, yes. Let's get this party started!"

Jehan grabbed his hand, moving it away from the alcohol, holding onto it slightly longer than necessary. "You can't get drunk on me, Courf! And Grantaire!

Courf frowned. "Aw, what's the point of being together if we can't have some fun?

Jehan, on hearing the word 'together', struggled for words. He frowned back. "You can have fun without drinking!"

"No you can't!"

Jehan stammered his objections. "I thought this was a get together, not a party!"

Grantaire mumbled "Same thing,"

"No it's not." Jehan seemed furious at having been coerced into such an event.

Grantaire looked around the room, and realized that there was someone missing. He wasn't really surprised, but it was a shame regardless. He called out to the guests. "Hey, did Enjolras say he would be coming?"

"Well he certainly won't be coming if you get drunk," Jehan retorted.

Frustrated, he stared angrily at Grantaire, who stared calmly back. "I'm still waiting for Enjolras."

Courf took this opportunity to break up the staring contest. "Turn that frown upside down!"

Jehan's face instantly lit up at the rhyme, and was about to say something, presumably a quote from one of his favourite works, when Grantaire took his chance. "I'm good at poetry too!" He called from the back of the room.

Courf looked uneasy, he had heard the alcoholic's singing and wasn't sure that drunken poetry would be any better. "Stop right there, R," he warned.

Jehan was not going to stand for his hobby being mocked. "Do not try poetry, Grantaire."

The future poet stood up on a chair. "Roses are red, violets are blue," he began.

"No offense, but I don't think drunks can really- oh no." Jehan, beginning a ramble about how some people are just naturally talented, stopped in horror as he realized that the rhyme structure was going to be very basic.

"Get drunk already," Grantaire continued, cut off, but not undeterred, by a firm "No," from Jehan. "So I have an excuse to love you!" Finished, he took a bow, and climbed down.

Jehan looked confused. "I'm not getting drunk, wait, what? Grantaire, you're not even making sense."

Grantaire giggled in reply.

Courfeyrac attempted to recover the situation. "Can we just pretend you stopped at the drinking part because that sounds like a great idea." Grantaire nodded rapidly and Courf groaned. "Shit! I'm starting to sound like you, aren't I?"

"I think you mean it sounds like a bad idea, because it's just a get together!"

"Yes," Courf replied. "A get drunk together."

"You're going to turn into Grantaire at this rate."

Grantaire tried again to be a good host, handing Courf another bottle. "I forget what this one is."

Courf, thanking him, pulled the cork out with his teeth, and spat in across the room, swigging the wine.

Jehan folded his arms. "Well, if you two want to have a get drunk together, then why don't get drunk together, and I'll leave you two to be drunkards."

Courf stopped and looked up, dismayed. "Wait, you're leaving?"

Grantaire pouted. "We need a designated driver!"

"And we like your company!"

"Jean will drive! Jean will drive!"

"Please don't go," Courfeyrac pleaded.

Jehan narrowed his eyes, trying to suss out the intention behind the words, but was momentarily distracted by Grantaire, who, disappointed at the party's turnout, had finished a bottle and a half of unlabeled liqueur. "Sing us a poem, Jehan!"

"Put the bottle down, please." Jehan made puppy dog eyes at Courf. He sighed.

"Fine."

Grantaire looked up to see Courf dangling a bottle of wine by the neck between his fingertips and called out, "Don't drop it!"

Courf let go and it fell to the floor, cracking in half and forming a large puddle. Courf closed his eyes for a moment. "That, in retrospect, was a horrible idea.

Grantaire squinted at the bottle. "Oh no! That was the good one."

Jehan stared down at the wine seeping into the carpet, but Courf was cheering up fast. "-But you can't complain," he continued, from a rant nobody had been listening to. "I was born to rebel. And to party. But mostly to rebel."

"Can't you just party rebelliously?" Jehan asked. Behind them, Grantaire dropped to his knees and stared sadly at the wasted alcohol.

Courfeyrac's eyes widened. "That..."

Jehan cut him off. "Not that I'm trying to give you any ideas," he added hurriedly.

"...Is a fantastic idea," he finished.

"Oh god."

"Jean Prouvaire, you are a genius!" He grinned widely at his companion.

In the background, Grantaire began sniffing at the wine, circling it on all fours like a dog. "Smells fine, still," he announced, unheard.

Jehan nodded wisely at Courf. "I already knew that, but that was a very ingenious move right there.

His friend, getting into the spirit of things became gradually louder. "I say we start by rebelliously drinking some alcohol, huh?"

Grantaire looked up, intrigued.

"Don't you rebel against me, Courf!" Jehan warned, trying to act angry. It was beginning to get fun.

"You can't control me!" Courf cried!

Grantaire put his hand up, requesting permission to speak, like a small child. Nobody noticed him, so he started talking anyway. "Enjolras can, he's the boss. Of everyone."

"Enjolras is no fun." Courf folded his arms and pouted.

Grantaire widened his eyes at the blasphemy. "Don't say that," he murmured.

Jehan jumped to save his feelings. "Enjolras can be pretty strict, yeah, but he's still pretty cool!"

Courf stepped up onto a chair and began to scream at Jehan. "This is unacceptable! I am a free spirit! Vive la revolution!

Jehan ran over to him, putting both arms around Courf's knees, 'restraining' him. It was more like a cuddle.

"I want a hug too," Grantaire added quietly.

Jehan ignored him, but added "I have stopped your revolution!" Just to clear up any confusion as to his intentions.

Courf, confused, called out, "Group hug? Wait, no."

Grantaire, finding himself ignored and alone, struggled for attention. "Where's Enjolras?"

The pair continued to struggle playfully, Courf calling out "Release me at once!"

"Look at me," Jehan gloated. "Oppressing Mister Revolution himself! Grantaire, come here, I must stop your revolution too!"

Grantaire caught on slowly. "Huh?" And then, after a pause, "Yay."

Jehan, elated, cried "Yes, yay!" Courf struggled against his captor's arms. "Listen to the sounds of your fellow revolutionaries being stopped, Courf!"

They continued to squabble like children. "I'm telling Enjolras!" Courf screamed.

"Enjolras must never find out!" Jehan screamed back.

"Vive la revolution!" Courf cried again.

Suddenly a tall figure in a red coat appeared in the doorway. "Did someone say revolution?"