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"Marius, I think you've had enough to drink. Don't you agree, Les Amis?" Enjolras sighed dejectedly.
Most of Les Amis heads bobbed in agreement.
"No, please no! Not my love! Don't take away my precious glass!" Marius hiccuped as he reached for his wine glass that Enjolras was pulling out of the grasp of Marius' hands.
The glass shattered from the pressure of the two hands fighting over it.
"I though Cosette was your love." Grantaire smirked.
Marius was full on bawling by now. His hands covered his face as tears poured down his freckled face. He ordered another glass and gulped the whole thing down.
Enjorlas sighed.
"No more, Marius."
Marius nodded his head.
They all sighed in relief. But then they heard a wobbly voice starting to sing.
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty glasses and no more wine
Now my glass is empty and gone
Oh my glass, my glass forgive me
That I live and you are gone, dear glass
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Phantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty glasses and no more wine.
Where my glass will be filled no more.
Oh my glass, my glass, don't ask me
Why you are no longer filled up.
Empty glasses and no more wine.
Where my glass will not be filled.
"That made no sense whatsoever." Combeferre murmured.
A soft laughter chuckled its agreement.
"I like this Marius." Grantaire announced.
"Of course you would, since you're drunk all the time." Enjolras shot back.
"All right, all right. No need to fight. Courfeyrac, since you're Marius' best friend, could you bring him to his flat? He should go home." Combeferre, ever the responsible one, asked.
Courfeyrac nodded. "Come on, Marius."
Courfeyrac said as he guided his friend out the door of the Musain.
This all goes to show you that however funny it may be, you don't joke around about Marius' love life. Because what you just witnessed, was all Grantaire's idea. So for future notice, do not tell Marius that Cosette doesn't love him. It only results in bad singing and a drunk Marius.
The End!
A.N./ That was really random. My mind was on a sugar high and thus, this um... story was born. Sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors!
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This wasn't meant to offend anyone. Sorry if it's offensive. It's supposed to be for fun, not harm.
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