Eponine and her fathers gang left the pathetic excuse for a room as nightfall approached. The robbery that was scheduled was about to go underway. She stood outside the targeted house with her hands in her jacket pockets, glancing over her shoulder to check the adjacent street for police every so often. The cold wind whistled through the trees, sending a shiver down her spine.

Meanwhile, inside the empty house, the Patron Minette were busy rioting through someone's possessions, taking the things that they would get a good price for.

"What did I tell you lot about keeping quiet'' Thenardier complained, sighing loudly.

"Shut it, you bastard" Montparnasse commented under his breath, not intending to be heard.

"What was that? Go, just leave. You're hopeless. Eponine's out there anyway" Thenardier retorted, losing his patience slightly.

Montparnasse sighed loudly, like a child about to take a tantrum and stuffed the things he had taken into his pockets before leaving. The atmosphere was colder than he had first thought, causing him to grit his teeth.. He was confused as to why they had gotten rid of him, he'd hardly said anything too insulting and nothing out of the ordinary. His thought was only interrupted by the familiar silhouette of Eponine Thernardier standing at the opposite end of the street.

"Eponine!" he called, briskly walking towards her.

Eponine looked around for a few moments before finding where the originated. She spotted Montparnasse approaching her, though he looked like more of a shadow than a man.

"Are you not freezing out here?" Montparnasse asked, gripping his own arms and shuddering quietly as he exhaled.

Eponine laughed slightly at his question. "Man up! Its only cold for the first half hour or so, then its just numbness" she replied, shrugging her shoulders once.

Over the years, she had learned to withstand the numbing cold, despite her meager clothing. When she was younger, she didn't have to worry about being cold or hungry as her parents fussed over her and Azelma while the left their brothers to fend for themselves. Everything had been downhill ever since her parents lost the inn.

Montparnasse tutted at her surprisingly calm demeanor, shivering again. "God, I hope one of us catches hypothermia and dies just to make the rest of them feel guilty" he joked, moving closer to her.

"Honestly, I don't think any of them would feel guilty if either of us died" Eponine replied, glancing around the corner again.

"I would care if you died…probably" Montparnasse countered, putting an arm around her shoulders. "or we could just share body heat" he hinted, leaning dangerously close to her with a smirk across his face.

Eponine glared at him disapprovingly. He had forced her into this situation previously, and she wasn't about to give in without a fight.

"I'm sure removing clothing wont keep either of us warm" she responded, stepping slightly further away from him.

"Man up!" Montparnasse replied, using the phrase that Eponine had formerly said to his own advantage, letting his hands wander her body.

After a while of urging from him, she simply let him have his way as she knew that if she resisted much longer he would cause her indescribable pain, both physically and mentally. If she closed her eyes she could imagine he was Marius, which made the general experience much more pleasant, though she knew that Marius would never intentionally hurt her in such a way and she accepted the fact that the chances of Marius ever touching her the way Montparnasse did we highly unlikely.