The sun was specially beautiful that morn, but Eponine would not have known because she was still passed out on Courfeyrac's couch when the clock struck noon. Courfeyrac had fallen asleep in the makeout chair the previous night, but had rolled out of it groggily to make a pot of coffee for himself and Eponine, eagerly waiting for her to wake up. After about a solid five minutes of waiting, he gave up.
Pouncing on the couch that Eponine was sleeping on, Courfeyrac yelped, "Goooooooood morning, or, er, afternoon~!"
Instinctively, she threw her fist into the air wildly, that just happened to come in contact with Courfeyrac's chin. He flailed off the couch immediately, and instead of apologizing she merely said, "Too happy. Too loud."
Courfeyrac grumbled something in response and stalked back into the kitchen as Eponine flopped onto her stomach, groaning unappreciatively. "Why am I even here?"
"You passed out here last night," Courfeyrac called. "So we just sort of left you here. You might as well get up, Christophe will be here soon to talk revolution."
Eventually Eponine stood up, walking over to the counter. "Oh, joy. Sounds like fun."
"Right?" Courfeyrac grinned, sliding her a cup of coffee. "You're welcome."
"Stop talking, you make me want to vom."
Courfeyrac leaned across the counter with his face resting on the palms of his hands, a smirk plastered on his lips. "Gosh, what is it with people that aren't getting laid being so mean these days?"
Eponine narrowed her eyes at him, taking a sip of her coffee, mumbling a reply. "I dunno, you tell me."
As Eponine seated herself back onto the couch, a wild Enjolras stormed in uninvited and unannounced like the music of angels, the light of the sun. Courfeyrac leaped in his general direction, whispering to him, "Beware the she-devil, she bites when she wakes up."
"I can hear you, jackass."
Enjolras waltzed right over to Eponine, leaning in dangerously close and saying in a perfectly normal voice, "Morning, Eponine."
Eponine jumped, glowering over at him. "God, you're so loud."
"Anyway!" Courfeyrac handed Enjolras a cup of coffee and seated himself beside Eponine. "Now that our merry band of misfits has reunited, we might as well figure out a plan B for Marius."
"Because you've been so much help so far," Eponine commented dryly.
"Hey." Courfeyrac countered, feigning hurt. "I think you out all people know how thick headed Marius can be."
"Don't you mean how thick headed Marius always is?" Enjolras quickly added, taking the last spot on the sofa next to Courfeyrac.
Eponine turned her head to glare at Enjolras, raising both of her eyebrows. "I wouldn't be talking, Christophe."
"Don't call me th-" He sighed, exasperated. "What do you mean?"
"Dude. Do you know how many girls would jump in your pants at your command?" Courfeyrac chimed in. "But you don't even glance in their direction."
"That is not true." Enjolras stated.
"Is too." Courf shot back. "But when they get to know you, they'd ditch after a day."
"What? Why?"
"You aren't seductive."
"... Why would I want to be?"
"It wins the ladies over."
As if to demonstrate, Courfeyrac slung his arm around Eponine's shoulders, winking and giving her a coy smile. She blinked, her eyes wide, unable to help blushing at least a little. "See?" He turned back to Enjolras. "You just need to loosen up! Be impulsive!"
"I can be impulsive!" Enjolras muttered. "I just have to think about it first."
