A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! hearts hearts hihi
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Right now, I'm a drinking a beer while writing this because yes.
ANYWAY, you should also read my E/E one-shot! If you like tragedies and Eponine/Enjolras pairing hihi
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"So how about that strip club, eh?" Grantaire spread his arms as a wide grin began to appear on his face.
"Oh, come on, Grantaire, can't you think of anything other than your vices?" Enjolras rolled his eyes at the man as he crossed his arms and looked at the drunkard dead in the eye.
Grantaire mockingly crossed his arms just like Enjolras as he knitted his eyebrows and scrunched up his face as if thinking really hard.
"Well, no." Grantaire shrugged and then laughed along with the other boys who were caught up in sniggers and giggles.
"Figured." The blonde scoffed and looked away, clearly irritated.
"Come on, Enjy. Loosen up! R is right, it's good to go out once in a while, especially after the week we've had." Courfeyrac pat Enjolras on the back. The man looked back at him in shock and disbelief.
"What?! You're really siding with this drunkard, who, by the way, could hardly even hear his own voice! I doubt he even knows where he is!" Enjolras threw his hands up and gestured to Grantaire who was now struggling to untangle his fingers from his own dark curly hair.
"God dammit! I should really have my hair straightened at the salon one of these days." Grantaire said to himself as the Amis burst out laughing while Enjolras just rolled his eyes.
"And don't call me Enjy." Enjolras pointed a finger at Courfeyrac dangerously.
"Ooh." Courfeyrac raised both his hands up in a mock surrender.
"Come on, Enjy! Come to the strip club with us!" Combeferre smiled with a mischievous look in his eyes.
"Enjy! Enjy! Enjy!" The boys chanted while making noise with the tables and chairs.
"Nope, nope, nope. You can all go to that sinful place, I'm going home." Enjolras stood up and took his jacket, ready to head out.
"You're coming with us, Enjy! We promised Tals!" Grantaire bent down and drunkenly put his shoes back on.
Yes, he was barefoot the whole time.
"You can't be serious." He scoffed and looked at every member of Les Amis; but his smile quickly faded into a frown as he noticed how serious the boys actually were.
Darn it.
"Les Amis keeps their promises." Combeferre confronted Enjolras with a serious tone and a straight face.
Oh boy. Enjolras thought.
Before he could protest any longer, the boys carried him out and on on their way to the Lovely Ladies strip club.
Thanks, Thalia. Thanks a lot.
Thank you, Thalia thought as she entered the wretched place she called "home."
If she hadn't met Les Amis de I'ABC, who knows when she would have had the right mind to leave the orphanage.
Maybe never.
The orphanage was quiet and dark, no sign of anyone awake.
Good, she thought. The children were most likely asleep in the basement, where they usually were; and Moreau could be in his room, doing who knows what. She slowly made her way up the stairs, to her room, which was in the attic.
Stealthily, she passed by Moreau's quarters and heard a different voice coming from inside.
Visitors, she cringed at the thought of Moreau and one of his fellow gang members.
Darn it, if I were to get caught running away, I wouldn't see the light of day for sure.
Thalia leaned in closer to eavesdrop on their conversation, if one of the Patron Minette had gone all they way here, it must be something important.
"Nah, Thalia 'asn't come back yet, mate. I reckon tha' whore's 'ad a bizzy day, 'f ya know what I mean?" Moreau chuckled at his own joke and paced around the room.
"But she better be home soon. I have a proposition for her." Monteparnasse. Thlia shuddered as she recognized the voice. What the fuck is he doing here?
"You'll ask 'er ta join Patron Minette, eh?"
"Yes." Me?
"But what d'ya need 'er for, mate?"
"She's going to be helpful. There's going to be a revolution soon; heard this rumor going around."
"And so?"
"There's a group of school boys. They're heading it." Shit. They know about Les Amis.
"Where in bloody name duzz Thalia come in then, 'Parnasse?"
"Heard that she was born and raised to be some sort of spy. A killer. Plus, she knows her way around. I'll take 'Ponine in too." Eponine? Eponine Thernardier?
"The government is desperate, Moreau. If we find out who these boys are, we hand them over for a bargain. The government wouldn't have a choice other than to set Patron Minette free from the eyes of the law."
I've got to go.
Thalia quietly rushed to her room across the hall and quickly packed the few belongings that she had.
What the fuck, Thalia thought as her mind was screaming with confusion. Patron Minette. That fucked up, notorious gang of Paris. She would never want anything to do with it, much less, join it. It was an absurd thought, especially considering what they did to her parents.
No.
Much worse, the Les Amis de I'ABC is now in danger of falling into the same fate.
Thalia ran out of her room as the adrenaline was now rushing through her veins and her heart thumping against her chest.
She ran back down the hall with feet as light as a fox. She passed by Moreau's room one last time and took a peek through the small crack; she saw Monteparnasse standing in the middle of the room as Moreau sat at his desk. He wore his usual black leather jacket and knee high leather boots. He still wore his aviator shades even though the room was shady enough.
What a douche.
"Well, if she won't be arriving soon, I'd better get going. I still have business to do. I'll meet her first thing in the morning. Don't let her leave until I've spoken to her. See you, Moreau"
"See ya, 'Parnasse."
Shit. Shit. Shit. Thalia panicked as she heard footsteps inching closer to the door.
Thalia ran down the stairs, crouching low and staying in the shadows as she heard Monteparnasse's boots following her trail. If she heads out the door now, he would see her, no doubt.
Plan B. Plan B. Shit, what's plan B?!
She looked around and saw boxes of stolen lamps under the stairs; boxes big enough to hide behind and hardly be seen. The man's footsteps were now getting louder and louder by the second. She ran to the spot behind the boxes and pressed her back against the wall as she began to quiet her breathing.
Thalia waited as Monteparnasse walked towards the big wooden double doors. Just as he was about to turn the knob, he looked back as if sensing something was wrong. Thalia forced herself further along the wall, careful not to make any sudden movements.
Come on, leave already.
Monteparnasse shrugged it off and opened the door.
Fina-fucking-lly.
"'Parnasse! Ye forgot yer knife, mate!" Moreau called over from the top of the stairs. Darn it.
The tall man sighed and worked his way back up the stairs and into Moreau's room.
Here's my chance. Thalia couldn't wait to get out of this place, and if she doesn't do it now, she might never get out at all. Now, Thalia, NOW.Thalia waited until she could hear his footsteps fade out and immediately darted for the door.
She was finally out.
That was fucking close, she thought as she brisk walked down the street into the cold night. The streets were quiet and abandoned. No one's stupid enough to walk the streets of Paris at this time of the night. It has become more dangerous with the crime rate of the city increasing per week. But to her, anywhere is safer than the orphanage right now. I'm never going back there. Fuck them.
After a few minutes of walking rapidly and looking behind her once in a while to make sure no one was following, she stopped to gasp for air, she hadn't realize she'd been panting the whole time she'd been trying to get away.
I don't have to deal with that anymore. No more orphanage. No more Moreau. No more beating. No more killing. I'm free.
Her last thought had startled her.
Free.
I'm free! She laughed to herself and smiled genuinely as she let the cold night air embrace her. She didn't even care if she had now where to go right now, at least she was far from the orphanage. Far from hell.
Finally, she thought.
"Thalia Genevieve, you sneaky little bitch."
Fuck.
ooh tension.
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