Holy crap! You guys are just perfect! I'm so glad that you guys are enjoying this so far! Now, some of you have requested that this fic be a Enjolras/Eponine fic, and I am here to say that that was my original intent. I just forgot to mention that in the beginning. Oh well, now you know. And in this chapter you will get plenty of that. ;)

Just a heads up though, in this chapter, things might get... well, suggestive. Nothing graphic, I swear, but let's just say things kinda happen... You'll see.

Disclaimer: I do not own New Girl, Les Miserables, or the characters/actors. That's not to say that I don't want to own them someday...

For the next five days, Eponine was lying on the couch, watching the Sound of Music for the twelfth time that day, still depressed about her break up with Montparnasse. Thank god, it was summer vacation, so she didn't have to worry about her students.

Most girls after a break up, drown themselves in ice cream and cry their eyes out, with their mascara running down their face. But not Eponine. She was solid like a statue, refusing to cry, refusing to communicate with anything other than the television screen.

Eponine was not your average girl. She was much tougher than she looked. Part of that was because of her rough upbringing, with her parents being drug dealers and what not. At an early age, she had to learn to take care of herself and her little sister Azelma, who was just finishing up her college degree in fashion, due to her parents being less than perfect. Eponine felt as though she was the true mother to her sister. Too bad her little brother, Gavroche didn't stick around to see it. The minute he turned sixteen, he ran off to live with his girlfriend at the time, and they hadn't heard from him since. He would've been eighteen last week.

"Eponine, what are you doing?" Grantaire asked, pulling her out of her self-pity. The guys had been deliberating for the last couple of hours on who was going to try and pull Eponine off the couch.

"The Sound of Music is the best thing to ever exist." She said in a monotone. "How is it possible for Julie Andrews to be so damn perfect? Bartender, I'll have whatever she's having."

Grantaire decided to ignore the last statement, and carefully took a seat on the L-shaped couch. "Ep, you've been watching this for the past week. Don't you think you ought to try a different movie at least?"

"No other movie gives me joy like the Sound of Music!" She snapped, flopping her head into a pillow.

Grantaire glanced back in the hall, where the other two were hiding. They peeked their heads out and signaled for him to keep going. Grantaire took another sip of the beer in his hand, as if the answer was somehow shoved at the bottom of it. But he got an idea as soon as he swallowed. "How about a nice shot of whiskey to help clear the troubles away?" He offered, holding the bottle to her.

"Okay, no." Enjolras couldn't take it any longer, and stepped into the living room. "We are not solving our problems by drinking alcohol, Grantaire." He swiped the bottle out of his friend's hand, and motioned for him to get lost. He didn't need to be told twice, for he practically leapt into the hall where Courfeyrac was.

Enjolras looked at the beer bottle in his hand and down at the girl on the couch, who was now singing "My favorite things" rather badly into her pillow. That moment was the first time Enjolras ever felt the need to drink alcohol. Not that he ever drank; it's just he chose not to, most of the time. If Enjolras was known for one thing, it was his way with the ladies. In other words, he had no way with the ladies. He was more awkward around them than a hormonal teenager. "Hello, Eponine." He started slowly.

"Hello, Monsieur Enjolras." She said, lifting her head slightly, and speaking in a terrible French accent. "Will you pass the bottle of wine this way, s'il vous plait?"

"No." He shook his head sternly. "Now, stop this nonsense this instant, Eponine. You are a grown woman and sitting here drowning your sorrows in musicals is not a way of life."

Her face became hard with anger. Enjolras hardly knew her, but somehow he knew he was in for it. Luckily, Courfeyrac stepped in to save the day. "Eponine!" He greeted her cheerfully, literally shoving Enjolras away. "Hi, honey. How are you feeling?" He asked, taking a seat next to Eponine and lacing his voice with concern.

"What's it to you?" She snapped, pulling her legs up and hugging them to her chest.

"Oh, come on. Are you still hung up on this Parnette guy?"

"Montparnasse."

"Whatever. Ep, he doesn't deserve your tears. That guy is a selfish stupid jerk, and you should be glad you are rid of him. He was the one who cheated on you, hon. And you don't deserve to be lying around here feeling sorry for yourself." Eponine glanced at Courfeyrac, listening intently. Enjolras and Grantaire watched in awe as they watched their roommate try to console her. "You know what you need? A night out."

"No!" She shook her head. "I don't wanna go anywhere."

"Ponine, look at yourself." Courfeyrac gestured to her messy and dirty appearance. "You are a beautiful and intelligent woman, but right now, you look like you just crawled out of a cave after two years. And we're not going to meet other guys. We're going to forget about the last guy. So, go and make yourself look pretty, and we'll go party until the sun comes up."

Eponine considered his words for a minute, and then reached for the remote and shut off the TV. "You're right, Courf. Parnasse doesn't deserve my tears. I don't deserve this." She said standing up. "Get ready, boys, because tonight, we're going to party our asses off." And with that, she disappeared into the bathroom to shower.

Courfeyrac leaned back on the couch, egotistically. "And that, my dear friends, is how you talk to the ladies."

"STTREEEETTT LIGHHTS AND PEEEEOPPPLLLLEEEE!" Eponine sang obnoxiously and wiggling her hips. The night had gone well, in the fact that it did help Eponine forget about Montparnasse. But it started going downhill after Eponine's third shot. This wasn't a problem to Courfeyrac or Grantaire because they were getting quite drunk as well, but to Enjolras, the designated driver of the night, it was all one big head ache.

Right now, Courfeyrac was at the bar, making out with some blonde girl, while Grantaire and Eponine were singing along with Journey's classic song, "Don't Stop Believin'"

"You guys are drunk." Enjolras told them disapprovingly.

"Oh, come on, Enjy." Eponine begged, resting her head on his shoulder. "You're no fun."

"Don't call me Enjy." He deadpanned.

"That's the Marble Man, for ya." Grantaire said too loudly. "You should have seen him in law school. He had an even bigger stick up his ass."

"That's not possible." Eponine waved it off. "He already has this ginormous stick in his ass. Any bigger and he'll be a friggin tree."

"And I am sitting right here." He said gruffly, shrugging Eponine's head off of his shoulder.

"Whatever, man. I'm going to go take a leek. No flirting you two." Grantaire then, stumbled his way to the bathroom.

"I'm so happy right now." Eponine announced, downing another shot. "Are you happy?"

"Sure. And I think you've had enough shots for tonight." Enjolras said, taking the little cups away.

"I do what I want, assface!" She yelled, reaching for the glasses, but missing horribly.

"Yeah, I think it's time to go on home." He told her, rising to get up. But Eponine grabbed ahold of his shirt collar and pushed him down. She then stood up and straddled herself over Enjolras' lap, making him stiffen.

"I don't wanna go just yet." She whispered into his ear seductively. Her fingers fumbled for the buttons on his shirt, but he grabbed onto her wrists.

"Eponine, don't." He warned, his ice blue eyes locked on her blurred brown eyes.

"Come on, Enjolras. Don't be a spoil-sport." She pouted her bottom lip, and leaned forward, placing drunken kisses along his neck.

Enjolras had to force himself not to feel aroused, but the smell of her hair and the feel of her soft lips on his skin were intoxicating. His pants started to feel a bit tight. He shook his head, trying to bring himself back to logical mode. "You're drunk, Eponine. We need to take you home."

"Is that your way of trying to seduce me?" She teased, bringing her face inches away from his. "Because I think it's working."

She leaned in to kiss him, but he was quicker. He pulled away, and lifted her over his shoulder. As he stood, ignoring her protests, he looked around for his two friends. But both Courfeyrac and Grantaire were making out with a girl, and something told him that they wouldn't want to come home anyway. So, he decided to leave them there, and bring Eponine home at least.

In the car, she giggled and kept trying to ruffle Enjolras' hair. "Do you wanna know a secret?" Eponine slurred. "I think you're hot." And then she laughed hysterically and obnoxiously.

Enjolras rolled his eyes, and kept his focus on the road. "We are never getting you drunk ever again." He muttered.

"It's weird that I'm so attracted to you right now. Like it took me a while to warm up to Montparnasse." She explained openly. Apparently, when she was drunk, she was very honest about her feelings. Enjolras would have to remember that. "But he was my first love, ya know? I mean, we were off and on in high school and most of the time, we just had sex. But then, I thought I was starting to love him. But when I see you, Enjy, ugh! I'm so horny right now."

It was getting increasingly more difficult to focus on the road, with Eponine's hands all over him and her opening up to him like this. Luckily, they reached their parking lot. And not a moment too soon, because as he opened the door for her, she leaned over and threw up on the pavement.

"Oh, this is so sexy, right?" Eponine joked, before throwing up again. Enjolras tried to ignore the horrendous smell, and grabbed Eponine's arms, pulling her away from the car. When they were sure she was done emptying the insides of her stomach, Enjolras carried her up their apartment.

"We should totally have sex." Eponine slurred sleepily, snuggling into Enjolras' shoulder.

"Maybe later." He muttered, opening her bedroom door.

"Is that a promise?" She yawned, as he gently laid her on the bed on her side.

"Just go to sleep, Eponine." He pulled her blankets over her body.

"Thank you, love." And then, she was out like a light. Enjolras slumped into the arm chair next to the window, taking a deep breath. He was glad that was over. But at the same time, he was intrigued at his reaction to Eponine's advances, especially when she straddled him. Sure, she was pretty and he did have a thing for brunettes, but still. He had never even thought of her that way before tonight. He just hoped that she didn't remember any of it the next morning.

Once he was sure that she was fast asleep, and wasn't going to puke anymore, he went to his room and collapsed on his bed, dreaming of the past out brunette across the hall.

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