I can't think of anything to say, so here's the chapter...
Enjolras was left standing outside Grantaire's, cold and confused. Why would Grantaire just run away from him like that? Maybe he just wanted to be alone. Yes, that was it, he just wanted to be alone. Enjolras began his trudge home, a good mile long walk. Aolng the way he began brainstorming ideas as to how to get their word out to the common people of Paris. Every few minutes though, his mind would wander back to Grantaire. Why would he just leave like that? Enjolras was startled out of his thoughts by a conversaton coming from an alleyway. He hear two punches and then a girl say:
"Oh lord... what did I just get myself into..." He began running toward the sound of the fight.
Eponine backed up realizing what she had just started. The drunk had turned around and lunged for her. She tried backing up, but there was no room. She tried to swing at him, but before she could a man had got the drunk on the ground. This man had the drunk knocked out before she could take a breath. The mysterious man grabbed Eponines hand and tried to run.
"Wait! Gavroche!" Eponine released his hand and ran over to Gavroche. She put him on her back and she walked back over to the man.
"Ponine, are we going home?" Gavroche breathily managed out.
"No we don't have a home now. We will find somewhere to go."
When Enjolras reached the alley, he saw a large, obviously drunk man backing a girl and a child into a corner. He wasted no time in rushing over and punching the man. The man spun around and swung at Enjolras, which was easy to duck away from. With a few more blows from Enjolras, the drunk man was out cold on the ground. Enjolras grabbed the girls hand to run away, but she pulled away to grab the child, saying something about not having a home to go to now.
"Excuse me, did you just say that you do not have a home?"
"Well, we do, but it's not a place I am willing to go back to."
"Can I ask what your name is?"
"I'm Eponine, and this is Gavroche."
"Well, you two can't be left out on the streets, you can stay at my apartment for tonight."
Grantaire paced back and forth in front of his mostly unused desk, occasionally taking a shot of brandy. He was going to do it. Shot. What are you talking about? That idea is preposterous! Shot. He was going to do it. Grabbing his coat, he bounded down the stairs and back out into the cold and snow. It was nearly a mile, but he made it in just a few minutes. Actually standing outside of Enjolras' apartment was sobering. Damn him! He always managed to get so around Enjolras, making him a coward and scared to try anything. But he had come this far. He wasn't going to chicken out now. He stalked up the stairs and knocked on the door. It wasn't fully closed and swung open at his touch. He stepped over the threshold and froze. In the front room, Enjolras was standing there with a girl and a small child. Grantaire blushed fiercely and tried to apologize, but no words would come out.
Yay! Progress in the plot! Finally!