This was most definitely not a good idea, Enjolras thought. Why had he let Joly talk him into taking laudanum for exhaustion? But he supposed it was too late to complain now. He just hoped the hallucinations would stop soon.

"So, as I saying, citizen...you really should work on the way you phrase your speeches. You isolate the common man through use of such complicated--Citizen! Are you listening to me?" Enjolras groaned and turned away from the vision of himself that was currently seated on the end of the bed. He had no idea his voice sounded so irritating.

"Now, citizen, if you don't listen to me, the republic will fall into disrepair and chaos, and you'll sleep with Grantaire. Is that what you want?!" said the other Enjolras, glaring at him.

"No." said Enjolras. He especially disliked the bit about sleeping with Grantaire.

"So you finally see reason. Take off your shirt."

"...why?"

"Clothing creates inequality between men. Can Feuilly afford the same clothing that you can? No, obviously not. Thus, inequality. Now take it off. And your pants. The total abolition of inequality is what we seek, after all."

"Oh, fine. Then will you leave me alone? I really must get some sleep before the meeting, but then, you know that, I suppose." said Enjolras, unfastening his pants. He had never known that he was furthering inequality by wearing pants, but then one must always be willing to be educated.

"With that kind of attitude I'm amazed that the republic hasn't fallen into ruin already." said the other Enjolras, sliding closer to him, and untying the ribbon keeping his hair up.

"Now, open your mouth."

The End

(This is actually a very old ficlet, but I'm still very fond of it.)