What would have happened if Enjolras let the Amis have fun?
Bonjour people who are reading this authors note. I am aware of the fact that there have been many versions of this story. But it looks quite fun to write so yeah… um that's all I have to say for now. Part from the fact that I don't own anything from Les Mis (Apart from Enjolras…. No not really, still wouldn't mind too though.) This is an AU as otherwise this story would be full of historical mistakes.
Anyway…
Grantaire's p.o.v
"ENJY, can you stop being a killjoy and have a drink?" I ask as he rants on about how we need to help the poor. ".DO NOT EVER CALL ME ENJY! No, because I am boring and have no interests in anything but my Revolution and my Patria." He says proudly. "No you're just a lightweight and it hurts you're ego that you can't outdrink Marius's shadow." Enjolras was scowling. "You know I have a name and Enjolras you still owe me the money from that bet." Éponine said raising an eyebrow. Enjolras handed her ten pounds. "Thank you." She said smugly. "Courfeyrac, Feuilly, and Ponine I needs to speak to you in the kitchen." I shouted at them. "Umm sure R." They said confused. "I need a coffee." Enjolras said rubbing his head. "I'll make you one." I said while walking into the kitchen with the confused trio.
"What's wrong R?" Feuilly asked. I turned to get a cup for the coffee. "We are getting Enjy drunk." I whispered. I then turned to pour brandy into the cup, following some Absinthe. Enough to get him drunk, but not enough to be detected when I add coffee. "You three will not tell Enjy-bear or you'll be the next to feel the wrath of me with a bottle of Absinthe." The horror on all of their faces mixed with entertained look laugh me laugh. "Ok, but Grantaire do not touch the Absinthe!" Courfeyrac laughed.
Éponine's p.o.v
We all walked back into the room, where Jehan was writing a poem, Bossuet and Bahorel were having an arm wrestle. Which Bossuet was losing badly. Combeferre was talking to Enjolras. While Joly was checking his medical journals, thinking that he had caught the bubonic plague. "Thanks R." Enjolras said taking a big gulp of the coffee . "This coffee is strange, nice but it has…. Umm a kick." Enjolras was starting to slur. He downed the coffee quickly. He tried to get up but stumbled about. His eyes were then wide as he realized. "You four… spikedddd….my… drink." He was already drunk. One word. Lightweight. "Oh well live in the moment Enjy." R said laughing. "YOLO!" Shouted Courf. After this everyone got drunk as well. "Let's play truth or dare." Ferre suggested, everyone sat around the table ready to play. We went through the Amis asking truth or dare. Feuilly ran down the street in only a flag. (Obviously a Polish flag, because it's Feuilly.) Jehan sang all the single ladies while dancing on the table. Marius admitted to being a virgin. It was finally Enjolras's turn and surprisingly picked dare. "Ok, Enjolras you have to kiss Ponine for twenty seconds or face consequences." Grantaire laughed when Enjolras's mouth dropped wide open and I'm sure I didn't look much different. But Enjolras got up and bent down and kissed me. His lips were warm and soft. It was making my heart flutter in my chest … what was this I was feeling? It couldn't be love or could it. This kiss ended too fast and I came to the conclusion that I didn't have feelings for Enjolras. After the wolf-whistling died down I heard Joly say " Enjy-bear we can't call you Virgin lips behind your back anymore." This sent the whole room into laughter and made Enjolras and me very red. We are going to have an awkward chat tomorrow or when we recover from the hangover.
So how was that. I quite liked writing this chapter. Please review as it encourages me more.
Enjolras: Stop calling me Enjy-bear! My name is Enjolras.
Me: Fine Lightweight.
Enjolras: *Eye roll*