This one was a request from DaydreamingSlytherin aaaages ago, but I suck so it took me far too long. I'm really sorry!
It's going to be 2-3 chapters, and the next ones will be far better, I promise.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.

Éponine was just explaining to Jehan why she didn't need or want a birthday party, it was all an unnecessary exercise and they had a revolution to plan and -
"I don't care what you say, Pony, I'm throwing you a party!" The shout from the table in the corner broke her train of thought, and a look over told her what she already knew; Courfeyrac was wearing that irritatingly cute, cheeky little grin of his and smirking at her, his cheery tone not concealing the determination in his words. He was definitely going to throw her a party. Dammit.
Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Éponine replied "Cooooourf! But I don't care about my birthday, so why should all of you!?"
As usual, the responses came from everyone at once.

"Because it's your birthday, idiot" (Bahorel)
"Of course you care about your birthday!" (Musichetta)
"I took the night off!" (Joly)
"IT'S A PARTY" (Bossuet)
"GAAAAAH!" (Courfeyrac)
"Because we care about you!" (Cosette)
"Cosette's right, we care about you!" (Marius)
"Come on, you must care a little bit!" (Feuilly)
"I don't" (Enjolras)
"We have to celebrate such a momentous day when you strung forth from the dark solitude of the… uterus… and into the light!" (Jehan)
"Open bar" (Grantaire)
"Of course we care!" (Combeferre)

She laughed; she couldn't help it. They looked so ridiculous, all indignantly shouting at the same time. "FINE!"

A cheer rang out across the café, followed by Courfeyrac clapping his hands together and shouting "PARTY AVENGERS ASSEMBLE! WE HAVE SO MUCH TO PLAN!"

What have I let myself in for….?!

She'd been told 7 o'clock, but it took her until half past to gather the courage to go. I feel ridiculous, why did I let Cosette pick my dress?! That just meant I have to wear it! She tugged it down her legs for the hundredth time, took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Grantaire opened it, swinging it virtually off the hinge in his enthusiasm. "EEEEEEY, PONY'S HERE!"
"Hey, R"
"Wasssuuuuup girl!? You're lookin' fabulous"
"Not as fabulous as you… is that champagne?"
"It's your birthday, this calls for fancy drinks"
"Courf bought it?"
"Yes he did"
She laughed, hugging her best friend tightly. "Happy birthday, Éponine" he mumbled.
"Thank you" she smiled.
"Once more into the breach" Grantaire announced mock seriously as he pulled back, raised his drink into the air, and ran into the apartment, shouting "FOR PATRIAAAAA!"

She followed him in, grinning. Courf's apartment looked amazing; the large, open-plan apartment was decorated with chains of flamboyant fairy lights, blue and silver balloon tied to furniture, loose on the floor and hanging from the ceiling. Music filled the air, the table was covered in snacks and drinks, and a space had been cleared for dancing. She walked into the living room area, saying hi to her friends and gratefully accepting their lovely presents.

Enjolras heard Grantaire's shout of greeting from his position by the window, and turned to look just as Éponine stepped into view. His breath caught in his throat and he felt the heat as his ears turned pink: she looked incredible. Her brown hair was pinned up in a bun, with just a few wisps escaping to frame her face, which glowed naturally above a short, tight, figure-hugging dress with slightly puffed sleeves. It clung to every curve of her body as she moved… and the best part was that it was bright red. My favourite colour. He cleared his throat nervously Éponine followed Grantaire into the apartment, greeting each of her friends as she found them, accepting presents and hugs and brushing off compliments with her usual disbelieving smile. He didn't dare move from where he was until his brain caught up with the situation.

Combeferre wandered up to him with beers and handed him one. "So… Éponine looks lovely."
He said nothing.
"Don't you think? Very nice dress."
I am NOT falling for this.
"All tight and short and RED…."
"I don't really like it"
"That'll be why you're blushing and hiding by the wall then?" Dammit.
"…Yes."
"You know, Enjolras, if you just TOLD her, it would save you a lot of time stressing out."
"Told her what?" he asked, determinedly casual.
Combeferre smirked, clearly not fooled, but then he sighed in apparent defeat. "Nothing." He turned and walked a few steps away, before suddenly wheeling around to face his friend again. "Actually, not nothing. I know you decorated the roof, and I know it's not for the party, so… look, just do me a favour, Enjolras? Let yourself be happy? You don't have to be our leader all the time. You're allowed a balance, just like all of us. Ok?"
Enjolras simply gaped at him as he walked away. I swear to God that guy knows everything.

I'm really sorry it's kindof boring so far, I swear it'll pick up!

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