"So..." Enjolras says, awkwardly, desperately wanting to break the silence between the two of them. The only problem was...what should he say? "How did you become a prostitute?"

"What?" She gasps, shocked by his blunt question.

Wrong question. He thinks as he flushes with embarrassment. "Sorry, I'm just curious." He says, trying to save his outburst as he fiddles with the stick shift. The car kept stopping and then starting and then stalling... He really should have pushed his parents to teach him to drive a stick.

"Well, if you're really that curious," She says, pausing to turn and look at him seductively. "I'm kinda a rookie, but don't worry," She pauses and grabs his crotch, making him gasp. "I know all the tricks." She smirks and lets her hand travel up his chest, then she weaves her hands in his hair. Before she can do anything else, the car suddenly jerks forward, causing her to fall and almost hit her head on the dashboard.

He reaches out and grabs her arm, then pulls her towards him. For a split second, their faces are inches apart and Eponine has to remind herself to breathe. As quick as the moment comes, it's gone and he gently shoves her back to her seat.

"Please, put your seatbelt on." He says, still trying to shake the flushed feeling she gave him. She nods and puts it on, looking away with a blush. "So..." He repeats, trying to find the right question this time. "What's your name?"

"What do you want it to be, Baby?" She asks, once again seductive. He turns and looks at her with an unamused expression. "Eponine." She says, exasperated with him.

"Nice to meet you, Eponine." He says, smirking smugly with his minor victory. "My name is Enjolras."

She opens her mouth to make a comment, but another jerk of the car stops her. She looks over at Enjolras and for the first time realises how much he is struggling with driving the car. "Enjolras, do you know how to drive a stick?" She asks, bracing herself to be thrown forward again when he slams on the brake.

"How could you tell?" He growls through his teeth, sarcastically. "Ugh, this should not be this hard!"

"Do you want me to drive?" Eponine offers, noticing how frustrated he has gotten.

He sits there for a moment, struggling to keep the car in control as he thinks her question over. Marius will probably kill me... But I could just fire him? "Sure. Why not." He says as he pulls over and gets out. "It's not my car." He gets back into the car and buckles into his seat, slightly nervous to let the prostitute drive.

Eponine scoots into the drivers seat and grips the wheel, feeling excited to be behind this beauty of a car. She had dreamt of owning one since she first saw one at a dealership in New Orleans. "Alright pretty boy," She says, shifting the gear into drive. "I'm gonna show you what this baby can do."

She peels away from the curb, tires squealing as Enjolras grips his seat, not expecting her to be such a master at this. "Where did you learn to drive like this?" He asks as she takes yet another sharp turn and runs yet another yellow light.

"I worked in my dad's auto body shop from when I was 10 til I was 16." She says, eyes focused on the road as she speeds down rodeo drive. "Dad used to let me take some of em out for test drives."

Finally they pull up to the hotel, tires squealing once again at the hasty stop. "Here ya go, Monsieur." Eponine calls teasingly as she parks, gets out of the car, and tosses the keys to the vallet.

"Thank you, Mademoiselle." He laughs, pulling out his wallet to pay her. "And here you are, $30 for directions."

"Thank you, sire." She says with an exaggerated british accent and a clumsy curtsy.

"So where are you going now?" He asks, looking around seriously.

"I don't know, probably back to the club."

He smiles at her and nods, understanding her commitment. "Well, I guess this is where we part ways, then. Goodbye, Eponine."

"Goodbye, Enjolras." She says with a smile.

They both turn and walk away from each other, but just before he goes into the hotel, Enjolras stops and turns around. Eponine sits on the bench next to the bus stop, tucking the $30 into the pocket of her long coat.

He chuckles and walks over to the girl, suddenly getting an idea. "Why don't you join me inside?"

She looks up at him and smiles mischievously, suddenly getting an idea of her own. "Why not? I don't have anywhere to be." She stands up and takes the arm he holds out to her, chuckling at the blonde-haired man.

They both walk into the hotel, and as she walks across the marble floor, Eponine looks up at the crystal chandelier and one thought runs through her head.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

A.N~ An update! What?! Hi guys! I'm so sorry that I've been gone for so long! I was really stumped on how to write this chapter, since I haven't watched the movie in a while. But I did it! I hope you guys enjoyed, I'm hoping to have the next chapter up soon, so STAY TUNED! Bye lovelies!