He woke up with hurting bones. He was on the floor because…

Because Enjy.

He smiled quietly to himself. Enjy. He'd been quite a thing to behold. Was he still sleeping? Maybe he should make him coffee. He might like that. He could wake him up with coffee and watch him smile sleepily. Unless he didn't like getting out of bed and rolled away rebelliously. That was more likely to be an Enjy thing. Difficult and irritable.

Still smiling, he opened his eyes.

Oh.

He wasn't there.

He sat up, rubbed hair out of his eyes. There was a perfectly made bed facing him (who the hell even made their bed?) and no Enjolras at all. It least it means he's not feeling poorly, Grantaire told himself.

He sat up disappointedly. Sleeping on a rolled up sweatshirt had given him a headache. Fucking Enjolras. Maybe he'd have coffee anyway, by himself. Just to spite him.

He padded through to the little kitchenette at the end of the corridor and saw someone collapsed over the table, giving off an air of disgruntlement.

Last night came flooding back to him.

"…. oh, yeah."

The Someone lifted her dark head and looked up at him. One half of her lip had swollen up spectacularly and she didn't look like she could see out of her left eye. A tooth was missing.

"…Wow. You okay?"

"I found gay porn in the night."

Whatever Grantaire had expected to hear, it wasn't really that.

"Err, wow."

She groaned dramatically and let her head fall back on the table.

"Can I… get you anything?"

She waved a cup at him demandingly.

"Tea?"

"Fucking coffee, you twat, what the hell is wrong with you."

He banged about in the cupboard, looking for the caffetiere. She looked wrecked; she might as well have something decent, even if he was fighting the urge to spit in it. "I think I prefer you when you're working."

"Yeah, well I'm fucking not at the moment, am I?"

"Do you want something to eat? You look like you should."

"Piss off."

"You're gonna have to put the kettle on yourself if I do."

She snorted. Grantaire snapped the kettle on and leant against the sideboard. "You're not really wanting to talk, are you?"

"Half my mouth is missing."

"D'you want paracetamol or something?"

"You fucking with me? I've had, like, seven this morning."

"You're not meant to exceed the stated dose" he said pathetically. The girl didn't move her head off her arms, but he could feel a glare radiating off her. He stood awkwardly for a few minutes until the kettle had boiled, after which he stood awkwardly with two cups of coffee in his hand.

He almost dropped them both in delight when Musichetta walked in.

"Grantaire." She greeted him curtly. "It's nine o'clock in the morning and you're moving about."

"Stranger things have happened…" he said, nodding at the pile leaning on the table. Musichetta gave him a Look, walked over and started stroking the girl's hair.

"You awake, honey?"

"Hnjj."

"I've got breakfast, if you want anything. We've made an emergency appointment at the dentist's for this morning, okay? I've sent my boyfrie- Grantaire, put that down or I will ram it up your arse so hard my hand will come out your mouth."

Grantaire put the croissant down slowly. "I'd love to see that," Table Girl said weakly.

"Well, maybe I will" Musichetta cooed.

Grantaire poured another cup of coffee from the jug for Musichetta, who had arranged some pastries artfully on a plate and had put them in Table Girl's easy reach. "So, do I get an explanation or something?"

"About what?" She banged down a mug next to the pastry plate. "You were there."

"I saw people shouting in between throwing Enjy about."

"Where is Enjy?"

"… I don't know. I thought you might have seen him."

"He's off doing shit, you can never keep him in one place for long. Don't worry, hon. D'you might if I tell him?"

"Hng."

"Her name's Eponine. She was Cosette's foster sister, actually. We caught some twat laying in to her by the café. Turns out it was her fuckingboyfriend. Bought her in here. Bossuet's picking up clothes from her flat. I don't fucking care what Uni say, she's staying with us."

"Christ, God help us all when you have children."

She twirled around and fixed him with the best glare she'd ever given. "I know where you sleep, sweetheart."

"Not in his own room, apparently," Courf's voice smiled, closely followed by Courf. "Morning, everyone."

"Courfeyrac," said Musichetta sweetly. "I've been meaning to talk to you. We found some wonderful photos in Jehan's bed last night, didn't we, Eponine?"

Table Girl lifted her head and gave him a catlike smile.

"Where is your Jehan?"

"My Jehan is sleeping off his hangover in bed. Can I, like, bring him a pain au chocalat or something? He kinda looks like he might die."

"If you want," Musichetta said, ignoring the pointed look from Grantaire. "Pity he won't eat meat, he could do with a bacon sandwich."

"Is there bacon?" asked Courfeyrac hopefully.

"No."

"Well, then. My pastry and I may go somewhere where there's more for us. Who's this?"

Musichetta said "Eponine" and the same time as Eponine said "Fuck off."

"She looks like she should still be in bed."

"Yeah, well she doesn't fucking have one at the moment, does she? And the one she's staying in has fucking dried flower petals under the pillow."

"He forgets to take them out of his hair when he sleeps sometimes," Courfeyrac said simply.

"It's like fucking potpourri."

"He'll be honoured to know that."

"I'll fucking tell him, then."

"I've never heard you swear this much before."

"Yeah, well you're usually telling me to get stuff for you, aren't you?"

Courfeyrac broke off and looked a bit embarrassed. Grantaire said a silent prayer of thanks, because

he did not want to be dealing with Courf's shit this time in the morning, and he didn't want to go back to his own room, because that would be final confirmation that he'd gone. He wanted a drink and a smoke and then to take someone outside and glass them in the face, in no particular order.

Probably Marius. He clenched and released his fists.

"So!" Musichetta said, trying to cut through the awkwardness with her faux brightness.

"Look at me, pretty boy. Count the teeth in my face. If Marius hadn't come across me, it would have carried on, okay? And what would you have said the next day? Would you have noticed? Would you have asked? Would I have had to make up some bullshit answer about how I walked in to a door or whatever the shit people use for excuses when their useless shit boyfriend beat them up? Then would you have taken it at face fucking value?"

Courf opened his mouth, but took too long thinking about his answer.

"Then what the fuck would you have done, hmm? Anything at all? Called the police? Told my boss?"

Musichetta moved silently over to the kettle and started making more cups of tea.

"Looked at me sympathetically, maybe. Left me a bigger tip. Yes, ta, that would have been so well received. Felt like you could do some fucking good in the world."

Courf rounded on Grantaire, wide eyed. Grantaire shrugged, equally as astounded. There didn't look like there was enough room in her for all that vitriol.

Musichetta put a cup of tea down in front of her.

Courfeyrac followed it with a bottle of whiskey.

Eponine looked up at him. "Fucking thank you."

Enjolras was sitting on a bench quietly. He hadn't known how to react when he'd almost stepped on and killed Grantaire.