"Apollo?", Enjolras asked. "Yes.", the man on the couch said matter-of-factly, "Apollo." Still confused, Enjolras decided to wait until later to bother decifering this man's odd statements; he must be suffering from a massive hangover after all.

"Where am I?", the man asked. Enjolras stared at him for a moment then said, "I think a better question would be 'who are you?'". "Ah...right...", mummbled the other man. "The name's Grantaire. Now would you be kind enough to tell me where I am?".

"You're in my living room, on my couch. The couch which I will now probably have to burn in order to get the alcohol stink out of it.". Enjolras replied, glaring at Grantaire. "Oy! No need to be so harsh" whined Grantaire, putting on a pouty face and sitting up. "In return for hurting my feelings, i believe you should make me breakfast! Pancakes preferably."

"You expect me to make breakfast, wasting perfectly good eggs, for some random drunk that wandered off the street to pass out on my doorstep?". "Yup!", Grantaire replied simply.

Although Grantaire was annoying, Enjolras did find him somewhat amusing so he consented to fix him some pancakes. As they sat down at the small, lopsided table in the middle of the kitchen, Enjolras decided it was time to find out just what was going on here. "So, Grantaire, any particular reason you walked all the way up to the second floor of the building before passing out on my, of all people's, doorstep?".

"Yes, there is actually. While i was out walking last night...this morning? ... whatever. I wandered into an alley and noticed that you were awake. So i estimated where your room would be and came to find you. Took me quite a few tries to find the right door. Hope no one's too sore at me."

"Oh! So you're the drunk i saw falling all over the gutter with your ass hanging out of a trash can?!" Enjolras laughed. "But that still doesn't answer the question as to why you came to find me."

"Well", Grantaire began, "I have a friend who lives in this dorm and I was hoping you would know what room he's in. He told me once while we were hanging at a bar, but i forgot the number. It started with a three . . . or maybe a seven?"

"Sorry to disappoint you", said Enjolras "but I'm not a very social person so i don't know many people around here. I have a select group of friends and i stick with them."

At that moment, Enjolras' roommate, Jehan, walked out of the hallway and into the kitchen with his eyes tightly shut wearing what seemed t be floral leggings under and over-sized tie-dye T-shirt. He walks over to a cupboard, grabbing a glass and then over to the fridge from which he emerges with a carton of orange juice. "Hey enj!" He yelled, "wanna come pour this juice for me?"

"No need to shout!", Enjolras yelled back with a grin, "Im'm right here. And why don't you just open your eyes and do it yourself?!". "Too bright, too early." The man stated simply. Grantaire, who had been watching silently so far, walked over to the counter where Jehan was standing, uncapped the juice carton and filled the glass. "Thanks enj", Jehn said with a smile. "Hey! 'Enj' shouldn't be getting credit for my hard work!" Grantaire said disdainfully. Jehan's eyes fluttered open in an instant "Grantaire!" he yelped in an unnaturally high voice, "What are you doing here?!"

"Wait one second!" Ejolras interrupted, "You know this man?"

"Of course I do", Jehan replied. "I've told you about him before, this is R!"

"This is R?"

"Yes! Remember, I told you that he decided to transfer to our school next semester and he'd be staying with us till he found a place of his own?", Jehan turns to Grantaire, "but you said you weren't coming till the end of the semester. Thats in two weeks".

"Eh, i got tired of it there.", Grantaire replied. "I arranged to take my exams early and hopped on a bus down here. I got lucky finding the right room so quicklyYou not happy to see me?" he asked jokingly.

"Of course I am!" shrieked Jehan as he enveloped Grantaire in a large hug. After releasing the hug he proceeded to grab Grantaire's and and drag him down the hallway. "Come on! You'll be staying with me, in my room! It'll be like a slumber party!"

The bewildered Enjolras sank back into his chair . . . what the fuck just happened . . .