Chapter three

Grantaire was awakened extremely early in the morning.

"Grantaire! Grantaire! Winecask, wake up!"

Grantaire looked up. The voice was familiar but it couldn't be. He looked up and froze in terror.

"Enjolras?"

"Yes, Grantaire. I've been watching you."

"Oh, Enjolras. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, winecask. There is something you have to do for me. Then maybe I can live once more."

"Can I get in your pants?"

"You do know I'm dead. Right?"

"Well, I kinda got the hint when I was poking you with the stick and you didn't yell at me."

Enjolras glared at Grantaire.

"You said you would live once more."

"Yes, but-"

"So if I succeed in what you want me to do, I should be entitled to a reward."

"I guess, but-"

"So I want to get in your pants."

Enjolras thought to himself that maybe Grantaire was not a good person to ask. He had no other choice though. Besides, what were the chances that the drunkard would succeed?

"Okay, Grantaire. If you succeed, you can get in my pants. Now I need you to find the man who killed me and bring him to justice."

"Then I can get in your pants?"

"Yes Grantaire. You can get in my pants."

"Good. Now let me get ready to solve your murder."

Grantaire ran to a dresser and pulled out a complete Sherlock Holmes outfit. Enjolras gave him a look. Grantaire put on the outfit and grabbed out a giant magnifying glass.

"How will you solve the case using that?"

"Elementary, my dear Enjolras, elementary."

Enjolras groaned. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.