She'd been living with Courfeyrac and Marius for a few days when they finally brought home a few friends.

The first one was Combeferre, a kind, blonde haired man with glasses, full arm sleeve tattoos, and a bunch of bracelets. He was dressed nicely enough, like a professional man but with his sleeves rolled up and his tie askew. He was very smart and was apparently at University for law or psychology or something (Courf couldn't remember what).

The second was another guy named Jean Prouvaire, but everybody called him Jehan. Grantaire determined that Courfeyrac was rather infatuated by Jehan and she could see why. Jehan was this weird mixture of feminine and masculine. Feminine in nature, genteelness, and a bit in the face, but masculine in most of his physical appearance. He seemed rather eccentric in speech and dress, but his eccentricities in speech was later explained by Courfeyrac as him being a poet. Grantaire decided that she rather liked Jehan, despite his inability to be pessimistic.

She actually knew one of the friends they brought over, he was an old friend and was in the art class that she assistant taught.

"Feuilly!" she exclaimed when she saw him. She got up and gave him a hug.

"Grantaire, I didn't know that you knew Courf and Marius."

"Well I kind of am living with them right now."

"Oh really? So you're their new house mate? I didn't know that."

"Yeah."

"Are they bringing you to the club meeting tomorrow?"

Grantaire looked at Marius who shrugged.

"We hadn't gotten around to asking her yet," he said.

"Ah, mon ami, you should come. E loves it when we bring new people for him to integrate into his system. Although I'm not sure that you'd like him much."

"Why not?"

"He's rather... passionate about his causes. Very much into the 'I can change the world' mindset."

"Ah, and so you believe that me and all my cynicism won't get along well with him," Grantaire said.

"Yeah. But I'm sure it would never hurt to try. It's at the Musain, a cafe by day and bar at night," Feuilly said.

"Ah, bars, my favorite locations," she replied, "We'll see."

She ended up going. Completely expecting to be bored, she brought her sketchbook.

She didn't expect to walk in the door with Courfeyrac and Marius and be confronted by the incarnation of the Greek god Apollo.

Standing there, seemingly glowing, was a man, tall and skinny but muscular, with golden locks that crowned his head. His features were stern, a sharp nose, a noble jaw, lips pressed into a frown that seemed almost intoxicating, but most noticeable was his blue eyes, alight with fiery passion.

Grantaire felt like she couldn't breathe, she stopped just inside the door. Marius, who'd been walking behind her, bumped into her.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I just..."

"It's okay, they're really nice," Marius encouraged, mistaking her trailing off for nervousness. Grantaire noticed that everyone was staring. Everyone. She dropped her eyes to the floor.

"I need a drink," She growled.

"Um... okay?" Marius said shifting awkwardly, "Eponine's over there, she'll help you."

"Thanks," Grantaire muttered. She walked, head tucked, over to the bar and ordered a beer to start out with.

Eponine smiled at her and she sensed a kindred spirit.

"On the house," she said when Grantaire started to shuffle through her money.

"Please no," Grantaire said, looking up, "I don't need any more charity. Courfeyrac is barely letting me pay for anything let alone what the rents actually worth. Just let me pay."

Eponine pressed her lips together but nodded. Then Grantaire realized that everybody heard her outburst since they'd gone so quiet when she'd come in. She blushed and quickly took her beer from Eponine and hurried back to Marius, red faced.

Then, thank god for him, Jehan got up and came over and gave her a hug.

"It's great to see you again mademoiselle. I'm glad that you came to our humble congregation. How are you today?" he asked.

"I'm, um, a little too sober I think."

"Sobriety does not agree with you?"

"People don't agree with me when I'm sober," Grantaire said, sneaking a look around the room, lingering maybe a bit too long on Apollo.

"I see, perhaps you are a bit uncomfortable among strangers. We are all good friends and you are not yet part of us. I can understand how one would feel uncomfortable when faced with a room full of people she barely knows. But not to worry, mademoiselle, we are good people and very accepting."

"Definitely too sober," Grantaire muttered to herself. Marius frowned at her.

"Well, gentlemen," Apollo spoke, Grantaire was enthralled with his voice, "you've interrupted our meeting. Mind telling us why and who your friend is?"

"Sorry Enjolras," Courfeyrac said, he stroke a pose, "I just couldn't decide what to wear."

"He's kidding," Marius said, rolling his eyes, "We had to take a bit extra time to convince R to come. Everyone, this is Grantaire. She's an artist, I believe you said you're going to Uni?" Marius asked her. She nodded and took a large drink of beer, "In any case, she's living with Courf and I. So we thought it would be good to bring her and introduce her to the rest of you who haven't already met her."

"Well, who have you met?" Enjolras asked her. She took a quick drink of beer, which she noticed Enjolras scowl at.

"A lovely gentleman named Combeferre. A poet named Jehan. And a worthless artist named Feuilly."

"You're just jealous," Feuilly said, suddenly appearing, ruffling her hair, and kissing her on the cheek, "Sorry I'm late. Project to finish."

"Ha you mean that piece of trash you were supposed to do?" Grantaire laughed, taking a swig of her beer.

"Hardy har har," Feuilly said sarcastically, "You wish you were that good."

"Please," she scoffed, "with the assignment she gave you guys? I'd rather tear my eyes out."

"Yeah, well don't forget, I've seen your art when you were way too sober. Speaking of sober, how much alcohol have you consumed today?"

"Ugh, only a bottle of wine and this beer."

"Mon dieu," Feuilly exclaimed playfully, "Eponine! Get me a glass of your strongest for Miss Grantaire here. She's not nearly drunk enough to be any fun."

"You're an asshole Feuilly."

"I try Mon Amour," Feuilly said, giving her a wink. Grantaire rolled her eyes.

"You're impossible," Grantaire said.

"I thought I was an asshole."

"You are. But you are also impossible."

"So I'm an impossible asshole? Sounds like you're describing yourself 'Taire," Feuilly said with another wink before sauntering off.

Eponine sat a drink in front of her.

"I figured you'd need it with how much of an ass Feuilly was being."

"Thanks."

"Well," Enjolras cleared his throat, not used to Feuilly stealing his spotlight, "I'm Enjolras."

Everyone proceeded to rattle off names, Grantaire only caught about half of them.

"This is Bahorel," Feuilly said, pulling over another man whose name she hadn't caught, "He's my partner."

"Aww and you made me feel so special. Jerk," Grantaire fake pouted. That's when she noticed Enjolras watching her.

"I think your fearless leader is getting rather restless messieurs," she finally said with a wink, "Go be bisexual somewhere where you don't interrupt the meeting." Feuilly winked at her and led Bahorel over to another table.

"If we can start now," Enjolras said, irritated. Grantaire took a drink of whatever Eponine gave her and nodded.

Enjolras then started on a rant about the evils of large corporation companies.

Grantaire sketched him.

Later, when they got home, Grantaire dropped her notebook and Marius picked it up. His eyes grew wide and his cheeks went pink. His eyes danced from the page somewhere else and back again. Like he didn't want to look but he couldn't help himself.

"This is-" He coughed, ears red, "very good."

Grantaire wondered which one had him flustered. But just as she was about to grab it, Courfeyrac snatched it.

"Ooh la la, Mon Cheri, you have a talent of the pencil."

"Which one are you looking at!?"

"Which one? There are multiple?"

Grantaire guessed it was one of her sketches that involved less-than-dressed women.

"Oh Mon Cher. You are very good," Courfeyrac said flipping through the pages. Then he stopped.

"Did you do this tonight?"

"Yeah," Grantaire said, scratching her neck.

"It's good. But don't let Enjolras ever see it."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure what he'd to if he found out that you were drawing instead of paying attention to his rant," Courf said, finally handing it back to her.

"That's why he won't find out," she said. Snapping the book closed she gave a haughty laugh, "If I ever go back I'll surprised."