Revolution.

Enjolras had said that last word as if it were tremendously significant. His blue eyes looked straight at Eponine, blazing with passion and desire, his voice as steady and strong as it possibly could have sounded. All of his confidence and anticipation expressed into that one word, revolution.

"What revolution?" Eponine asked.

"At Musain Academy's Fair at the end of the year," Joly explained, "the ABC Host Club plans to take action on our cause."

"We will take action on our campaign by giving an inspiring speech about how women are pushed below men in other countries in the world." Bossuet continued.

"Have you heard of women's rights in Afghanistan? Men make all of women's choices for them. Husbands can get a divorce without their wife's approval! Isn't that just awful?" Jehan said with a sigh. "Oh, women there can rarely even get an education! Only 15% of the female population there can read and write…" He bowed his head with sorrow.

"That's not all," Courfeyrac said. "There are other countries where women are mistreated!"

"Indeed," replied Combeferre. "That is why we are trying to have as many people as we can to join our action, so that we can succeed in assembling an Organization for Women's Rights here at Musain Academy. That is when Courfeyrac had the idea of creating the ABC Host Club to make women happy."

Eponine nodded. "So that you can encourage them to join your campaign…" she said.

"That's right." Combeferre stated. "All of us here aren't exactly interested in women. Well, with the exception of Courfeyrac."

"I see," Eponine replied. "I understand what you guys are trying to do now. It just that… Enjolras kind of confused me with his use of the word 'revolution'…"

"Yeah, Enjolras!" Courfeyrac joked. "Stop using the word 'revolution' at unnecessary times!"

"Actually, I'm kind of relieved that you guys aren't planning to start a riot or anything." Eponine said.

"May I also add," Enjolras declared, "that in order for your debt to be completely paid, you must also take part in our campaign at the Musain Fair."

"I guess it wouldn't hurt," Eponine shrugged.

At that moment, Bahorel rushed back into the room with a small boys' school uniform draped on his arm. "Hey, here is 'Ponine's uniform!" he exclaimed, seemingly out of breath.

"Thank you, Bahorel. Come 'Ponine, let's get you dressed." Enjolras said, taking the uniform from Bahorel and giving it to the two boys beside him. "Bossuet, Joly, please help 'Ponine get dressed."

"Yes sir!" Bossuet and Joly exclaimed as they snatched Eponine by her arms and ran to the dressing stations they had in the room.

Once they were inside, they both began tugging at Eponine's clothes.

"W-wait, guys!" Eponine shouted.

"Come on, 'Ponine! You must get undressed…" Bossuet said.

"…So that you can put on your new uniform!" Joly continued.

We must once again highlight the fact that these men in the host club were still yet to realize that Eponine was a girl.

"Alright, I will undress, but you two need to get out! I need privacy!" Eponine yelled, as she pushed the two boys out of the dressing room, with them landing flat on their bottoms.

That was when their suspicions began.

"Bossuet, Joly, I thought I had told you two to help 'Ponine get dressed." Enjolras scolded, after seeing the two of them standing outside of the dressing room.

"He kicked us out and said that he needed his solitude." they both said.

"Well, everyone has their personal needs." Enjolras implied.

"I don't know, Enjolras. He seems a little strange." Joly said worriedly.

"Ah, the boy must be shy!" Bahorel laughed.

Courfeyrac grinned devilishly. "Why don't we give him a little surprise?" He crept over to the curtain of the dressing room, with Bossuet, Joly, Jehan, and Bahorel following.

Enjolras and Combeferre sat somewhere else in the room, not wanting to participate in their silly prank.

"What children they are," Combeferre sighed.

"Alright everyone, when I open the curtain, everyone yells 'boo!'" Courfeyrac said, giggling silently. The others couldn't help but chuckle along. Courfeyrac grabbed the curtain and threw it open.

"BOO!" the boys shouted playfully, and they laughed and smiled. But that laughing and smiling only lasted a moment. It had seemed that they were the ones that ended up surprised.

There stood Eponine, her long wavy hair hung over her shoulders, right in the middle of removing her shirt. There was a short moment of silence.

"We are terribly sorry for intruding." Courfeyrac said blankly.

Each of the young boys' faces were flooded with red, and right after Courfeyrac had closed the curtain once again Eponine began shouting and screaming and cursing at all of them.

"What sort of senseless human being would barge into a dressing room?! Is this some sort of joke? I was undressing! Do you have no manners? Were you raised in a jungle? How stupid and unbelievably rude could you boys be?!"

Eponine had never felt so many emotions at once, humiliation infused with anger and exasperation, and she felt so much heat flooding everywhere inside of her, and she wanted to explode.

"What's going on here?" Combeferre and Enjolras asked, walking over to the guys. Courfeyrac, still stunned and red with blush, pointed at the dressing room curtain.

At that instant, Eponine had thrown open the curtain to continue shouting at the men who had interrupted her, but instead ran into Enjolras. She still was only in her undergarments, (she had forgotten to dress up again because she was fuming with anger and embarrassment) and her hair was still down. Enjolras began blushing furiously at the girl in front of him. Combeferre also felt heat rush onto his cheeks.

Eponine shrieked yet again.

Nobody spoke a single word as Eponine changed into the boys' uniform inside the dressing room. After a minute or two, she stepped out, fully dressed, and with her hair tucked back into her hat.

"So, 'Ponine…you're a…girl?" Enjolras asked quietly.

"Biologically speaking, of course I'm a girl, you idiot." she snapped. Enjolras glared at her in return.

"We weren't aware of that." said Combeferre.

"I didn't know that you weren't aware." Eponine hid her face with her hands in frustration. "How could you not realize that I was a girl?"

"You sound like a boy." Bahorel said.

"I have been told I have a deep voice." she replied.

"You have a boyish appearance." Joly said.

"Any girl can, with the right clothes." she replied.

"Why do you dress like a boy, 'Ponine?" Jehan asked, with concern.

Eponine didn't say anything for a moment, until she replied with "I never really expected to be perceived as male, I just… I only happen to dress like one…"

She was quiet for another minute. "I am free to do whatever I want. Dressing like a boy makes me feel like I am independent, and that nobody can tell me who I am supposed to be. Besides, gender doesn't really matter at all, does it? It's about who you are on the inside."

Jehan smiled. "That's very poetic, 'Ponine."

"My full name is Eponine Thenardier." Said Eponine.

"You do make a very beautiful girl," said Courfeyrac. The boys all looked daggers at him, and he whispered his apologies.

"I would thank you for that," Eponine replied, "but you yourself have said that you are 'quite the expert with ladies' so I won't believe it."

The guys laughed.

"Can I still be a host? Even though I'm a… girl?" Eponine asked.

"I don't see why not." Enjolras said.

"We do want equality for men and women, do we not?" Combeferre added.

"Besides, you seem pretty cool, Eponine!" Courfeyrac said, patting the top of her head.

"Thanks guys." Eponine smiled a little bit, and it was the first smile she had shown that day.

"I think I'd better go home now," She said quietly. "I would like to resume my studies."

The boys nodded, and they said their goodbyes. Almost immediately afterward, Eponine walked out the tall doors of Music Room #3. She was not very well known as friendly, due to the fact that she had barely any friends, so she had hardly bid her new acquaintances farewell.

She returned to her run-down house and to her parents, who scolded her and beat her with a dusty broom for coming home late. Afterwards, she resumed her studies like she said she would. In her thoughts, she dreaded the day that tomorrow's sunrise would bring. She was definitely an amateur at entertaining women, and most definitely at being a host.

"It's a much better option than to pay 71,000 francs," Eponine insisted.

After Eponine had left the ABC Host Club room, a thought-to-be-asleep Grantaire approached the group of boys and said, with his voice coarse and roughened by brandy,

"I bet everything's gonna be different now, huh?"