A/N: Mind you, my keyboard is broken, and it's really late over here, so I'm going to make this short and sweet. Maybe I'll rewrite it at a later date; it's a rather cute idea.

… Even though I, in no way, ship Eponine and Grantaire.

Enjoy anyways?

Christmas Eve with the Friends of the ABC was always a festive time- the drink, the dancing, and all around making merry. That was, with all excluding their strictly unemotional leader.

Enjolras was on his way out of the Musain. The festivities had ended some time ago, and as was usual, Grantaire was rather drunk in the corner. He had made it as far as the door when the winecask's voice, hoarse from much liquor, cried out.

"Apollo, wait!"

Grantaire leaped- rather clumsily, and stumbled quite a bit in the process, as the alcohol seemingly had yet to lose its full effect- and bolted straight for the door after him.

Enjolras scowled. "What is it, winecask?"

"I-I… forgot," he mumbled. Enjolras cocked an eyebrow. Rather sheepishly, he added, "Look up."

Right above the door was the mistletoe Courfeyrac had blatantly refused to take down.

"No," was Enjolras' stiff reply. "It's nothing but a meaningless leaf, and I'm certainly not going to…" At the look on Grantaire's face, stricken by Enjolras' nearly disgusted tone, his face softened. "Grantaire. No."

The winecask stepped back, stumbling as if by a sharp blow, and nodded. Enjolras merely shook his head and left.

"Hurts, don't it?"

From the other side of the café, Eponine Thénardier jumped from her perch on the top of a table.

"What does?"

"Rejection."

Grantaire hung his head, nodding.

Eponine approached him, a pitiful look on her gaunt face. "I know the feeling."

"No one should be this unhappy on Christmas," Grantaire mumbled. "Aren't we a pair?"

She seemed to take the question and rather deeply consider it, eventually nodding. "Sorriest pair there was." Then with a blink of recognition, she added, "No reason to be, though."

"How so?"

"Can't be all that alone if there's two of us."

The winecask shrugged. "How does that fix the rejection bit?"

"Like this."

With a determined look in her eye, Eponine grabbed Grantaire by the cravat, pulling him beneath the mistletoe with her. She rose onto her toes and met the winecask's lips with her own rather fiercly, rendering Grantaire into complete shock.

"Merry Christmas, Grantaire,"

Immediately she released him and pushed the door open. She scurried out into the street without sparing him another glance.

He smiled.