"But we met while trick-or-treating."
"Technically we were six and you were the only one trick-or-treating. It was exactly one time we saw each other and it took fifteen years after that for us to meet properly at university." Enjolras said stubbornly, his arms crossed over his chest. "I didn't even know your name."
"Details, details. Come on, you've never even once in your life went out trick-or-treating and really it's an experience no one should miss out on. It's a thing you should've done at least once in your life. This is your chance!" Did Grantaire mention he could be pretty convincing if he wanted? No? Well he could if he wanted to and he wanted to right now, because Halloween was his favorite holiday and he wanted to go trick-or-treating with his boyfriend.
"Please, do it for me?" He fluttered his eyelashes in a dramatic manner, knowing Enjolras would give in eventually because it was date night and Enjolras never skipped out on date night.
Date night was something they decided on when they were just living together. Where before, they had to make time to see each other, now they'd both get swallowed up in work or nights out with friends or meetings and they'd only drop on the couch together after long days to watch some Netflix. They never really made time to do something together anymore because they'd see each other at the end of the day anyway.
So date night was introduced. Every last Friday of the month they'd go out. What out meant could be anything. Dinner at the new Italian place Grantaire wanted to try, a stroll through town, seeing a documentary at the movie theatre Enjolras was interested in and tonight it was trick-or-treating. It was Grantaire's month to pick what to do on date night and since date night and Halloween collided this month this was what he'd come up with, in honor of their first meeting.
"We still have Joly and Bossuet's Halloween party tonight." And that was a fair argument of Enjolras.
"I know, but that only starts at ten and this way we're already in costume. Come on, why are you being so stubborn about this?" Grantaire was starting to lose his patience a little. He'd expected Enjolras to not go at it overly willing, but he didn't expect his boyfriend to make this big of a deal out of it. He kept quiet for a while, waiting for Enjolras to answer his question.
When Enjolras started speaking, it was with a little bit of a whining tone to his voice.
"It's for children." A blush spread over his cheeks.
"Really? Are you being embarrassed about this? Really? Enjolras, last year half of the people we handed candy to where in their twenties. I promise you'll enjoy it ok? If not, i'll make it up to you." Grantaire waggled his eyebrows in a meaningful way and seeing Enjolras face at that, well... let's just say he won this one.
"Grantaire, tell them! Tell them about the creepy old guy who handed us a carrot. An actual carrot instead of candy." The excitement in Enjolras' voice reminded Grantaire of a kid on Christmas morning, though this time it was actually a kid after trick-or-treating on a sugar rush.
Enjolras had eaten most of the candy handed to them right away instead of keeping it for later. It was actually a lot like what a small child would do and Grantaire considered it endearing. His full grown, adult, serious, sometimes a little stick-up-his-ass boyfriend on a sugar rush from eating too much candy in a short amount of time. He had the idea Enjolras had enjoyed trick-or-treating more than he had. Grantaire had mainly enjoyed watching Enjolras enthusiastically going door to door and now recalling the entire evening to their friends who all seemed enraptured by Enjolras' stories. Because no matter what he talked about, Enjolras always seemed to be able to engage his public, whether it was a speech or this time: his first time trick-or-treating.