*Disclaimer~ Ok.. I don't own Les Mis. And I hate the person who does because they are like so lucky. This is my first fic.. and it might be the worst thing you've ever read, but it's mine.. I'm the only one that could write something so hideous about so great a book It belongs to Victor Hugo.. and his publishers too I guess..*



::It's a late night at the ABC Café for Enjolras, who is affectionately referred to as Enjy. He's holed up in his corner, looking over some pamphlets, when a roaring drunkard comes storming in::

Grantaire: Absinthe, NOW!

Enjy: Must you yell, you stupid drunk? I'm Trying to figure out how we're going to get this barricade built!

Grantaire: Who cares about a barricade? The café down the street doesn't carry absinthe! ::He plops down on a chair right next to Enjy and starts looking at his pamphlets, and breathing down his neck::

Enjy: What ARE you looking at????

Grantaire: Stuff ::shrugs, gets up, and walks towards the counter. After plopping down at the bar, he gets his absinthe, and then turns and watches Enjy with a loving look on his face::

::Combeferre comes strolling in with no shirt on::

Comebeferre:: It is hot out there..

::Enjy slams his head on the table::

Enjy: Can I get no work done around here??

Grantaire: It's a café, Apollo.. People are supposed to talk. Here.. Drink some absin-

::He gets cut off by Marius staggering through the door, holding his chest::

Marius: Oh my God. I should be dead..

Enjy: Marius.. Were you playing with your water gun again?

Grantaire: Stupid men..

Marius: That girl.. Beautiful.. Love.. sight..

::Courfeyrac comes strolling in behind Marius and bops him on the back of the head::

Marius: Why I oughtta!!!

::Marius lunges at Courfeyrac and they start rolling around on the floor, fighting like a bunch of girls::

Grantaire: That looks like fun..

Enjy: What is the whole point of a revolution if no one is going to LISTEN TO ME!!!

::Everyone stops and stares at him. No one says a word::

Grantaire: Anyone up for an absinthe?

::Enjy jumps up and stomps over to the bar counter::

Enjy: Forget you all.. Go ahead.. Drink absinthe, fight on the ground. Whjat good is that going to do when you can't do anything? When you aren't free? I'll do this revolution alone.

::He leaves the ABC Café::

Combeferre: Wow.. Enjolras hates you, Grantaire.

Grantaire: It wasn't my fault!

::Everyone starts fighting with each other. Prouvaire, Lesgles, Joly, and Feuilly come in and join the fight::



End of Chapter One.

Will Enjolras ever come back? Will Grantaire ever not be drunk? (Don't count on it) Will Javert ever find Valjean? (Where does that fit in?) Find out In Chapter Two: Grantaire's Decision.

~Chloe Annette~