Chapter seven
Grantaire arrived at the café for the meeting. He saw Jean-Marc leading the students.
"Mon amis! You are being led by an imposter. He is Enjolras' murderer!"
Jean-Marc gave Grantaire a glare.
"Winecask! Silence and cease telling your lies."
The whole café was silent as Grantaire looked at Jean-Marc with tears forming in his eyes.
"HE used to call me that. The man you took from me." Grantaire left the café in silence.
When Grantaire got to his apartment, he lay on the bed and wept. No one believed him. Now Enjolras would never let Grantaire get in his pants. Enjolras appeared.
"Grantaire? Grantaire."
"Oh, Enjolras. They don't believe me! How can I avenge your death?"
"Grantaire. Make Jean-Marc tell the truth."
Grantaire sat up.
"I have the truth telling potion, too!
The next day, Grantaire came into the café and saw Jean-Marc. He looked at Grantaire. On his table was a glass of wine. Grantaire sat down across from Jean-Marc.
"Hey, I just was wondering if you could proof a paper for me," Grantaire said. He handed him a paper that was badly written. Grantaire watched as Jean-Marc was absorbed in his paper. He pulled out a flask and poured a green liquid into the wine glass. Jean-Marc reached for it and took a long drink. He asked for more wine and a waitress poured for him. Grantaire poured more of the flask into the wine while Jean-Marc wasn't looking. The rest of Les Amis began to filter in. Jean-Marc came to a sentence that read: "Enjolras died peacefully in his sleep."
"That'sh not true. I killed Enjolrash. He was top of the lisht for the National Guard. I shtabbed him in the chesht when I followed him home! I wash Enjolrash's killer. He didn't die in hish shleep." Jean-Marc slurred.
The rest of Les Amis stared at him. Combeferre lowered his head. Bahorel grabbed Jean-Marc and threw him to the ground. Grantaire left the café proudly. The next day he was definitely getting in Enjolras' pants... Thanks to absinthe.
Grantaire arrived at the café for the meeting. He saw Jean-Marc leading the students.
"Mon amis! You are being led by an imposter. He is Enjolras' murderer!"
Jean-Marc gave Grantaire a glare.
"Winecask! Silence and cease telling your lies."
The whole café was silent as Grantaire looked at Jean-Marc with tears forming in his eyes.
"HE used to call me that. The man you took from me." Grantaire left the café in silence.
When Grantaire got to his apartment, he lay on the bed and wept. No one believed him. Now Enjolras would never let Grantaire get in his pants. Enjolras appeared.
"Grantaire? Grantaire."
"Oh, Enjolras. They don't believe me! How can I avenge your death?"
"Grantaire. Make Jean-Marc tell the truth."
Grantaire sat up.
"I have the truth telling potion, too!
The next day, Grantaire came into the café and saw Jean-Marc. He looked at Grantaire. On his table was a glass of wine. Grantaire sat down across from Jean-Marc.
"Hey, I just was wondering if you could proof a paper for me," Grantaire said. He handed him a paper that was badly written. Grantaire watched as Jean-Marc was absorbed in his paper. He pulled out a flask and poured a green liquid into the wine glass. Jean-Marc reached for it and took a long drink. He asked for more wine and a waitress poured for him. Grantaire poured more of the flask into the wine while Jean-Marc wasn't looking. The rest of Les Amis began to filter in. Jean-Marc came to a sentence that read: "Enjolras died peacefully in his sleep."
"That'sh not true. I killed Enjolrash. He was top of the lisht for the National Guard. I shtabbed him in the chesht when I followed him home! I wash Enjolrash's killer. He didn't die in hish shleep." Jean-Marc slurred.
The rest of Les Amis stared at him. Combeferre lowered his head. Bahorel grabbed Jean-Marc and threw him to the ground. Grantaire left the café proudly. The next day he was definitely getting in Enjolras' pants... Thanks to absinthe.