The Musain was in full swing. Grantaire was staggering around, shouting loudly to Feuilly about how he had apparently not slept in three days. Bossuet and Joly were having a heated conversation about something undoubtedly important, their voices carrying out across the large room. Jehan was sitting with Marius and Cosette, them both dreamily telling him a tale of their latest romantic trip to England. Bahorel had Gavroche on his shoulders as they attempted to reach the jar of cookies that Musichetta had hid from them on the top shelf of the bar, both of the stumbling around happily. It was rowdy, and there was shouting from all directions, even at two o'clock in the afternoon.
However, over in a secluded corner, Courfeyrac and Combeferre sat, staring at the table, quietly talking to each other. They looked a stark contrast to the rambunctious actions of the rest of their friends, as they both sat still and hadn't moved in about an hour and a half. Jehan had gone over to speak to them earlier, but they had just muttered something about the park and he had left shortly after a long silence.
"Do you think he did it?"
"Courfeyrac, I don't know. I honestly don't know."
"Should we call him again?"
"He hasn't picked up on any of the last thirteen times, I doubt he'll pick up now."
"I just don't understand."
"The tension is killing me."
They lapsed into silence again, waiting for any sign from either of the offending couple.
After another fifteen minutes of mindless complaining, the door finally opened, and in walked Enjolras and Éponine casually. They were holding hands, but despite that, they didn't seem to be doing anything out of the ordinary. They simply walked over to where Joly and Bossuet were sitting, and Bahorel was the first one to identify them.
"Hey, Enjolras and Éponine are here!" There was a slight cheer from a couple of the more inebriated Les Amis, and the two sat down at the table.
Courfeyrac and Combeferre's heads snapped towards the couple, their eyes narrowing at them simultaneously. They instantly stood up together, knocking their chairs over in the process, resulting in a large clattering noise, and the hush of Les Amis. Both of their gazes were fixed solely on the couple as they stalked towards them, looking anything but joyous as they walked towards their prey. Enjolras had the decency to look afraid, but Éponine just looked confused, her head darting between the two boys and Enjolras.
They reached the table and stopped, then Courfeyrac spoke into the ominous quiet. "Well?" He directed at Enjolras.
"Yes?" Enjolras swallowed.
"What's wrong?" Éponine dared to ask.
"Well, Éponine, it turns out your boyfriend here does not answer his calls or make any attempt to assure us he had everything under control and that he was fine." Courfeyrac had started taking to Éponine kindly, but during the course of his sentence, his voice had turned deadly, and he had started glaring at the blond.
"I'm sorry, okay? I just didn't need your help anymore." Enjolras shrugged at them.
"Didn't need our help? Enjolras, you had required our help in the process towards it." Combeferre said condescendingly.
"But I managed to do it without your help."
"Managed to do it without-" Courfeyrac started sarcastically, but stopped abruptly. "Wait, you did it?"
"Yes, and I succeeded." Éponine seemed to have caught on, as she nodded along with Enjolras, smiling at them.
Courfeyrac's face turned into a look of excitement, as did Combeferre's, as he grinned at them. "Oh, congratulations! I never doubted him, but he needed some help, but if he managed to convince you, I'm sure I did something right in my teachings." Courfeyrac was mostly talking to himself now, and he was almost jumping about on the spot.
"I'm so excited! When is it? Oh, please let me be in it!" Combeferre exclaimed, joining Courfeyrac in a happy dance.
Enjolras and Éponine both opened their mouths, but were interrupted by a large shout from the back.
"What?" Grantaire said loudly.
The four turned to see the rest of their friends with dumbfounded looks on their faces.
"Enjolras and Éponine are getting married." Courfeyrac said quickly. "Oh, but Enjolras, you have to let me be the best man, I put in much more effort than Combeferre!" He stuck his lip out and puffed his chest out like a proud, indignant child.
"What? No! I took the logical side of it, you just yelled at Enjolras."
"That's not true, I-"
"Wait, wait, wait!" Jehan cut in. "Enjolras proposed, am I correct?" Enjolras nodded. "And Éponine accepted?" Éponine nodded. "So, there is a wedding to be planned and nobody told either me or Cosette?" He looked happy, yet offended at the same time. There was a high pitched squeal that Éponine guessed was from Cosette.
"Well, actually-" Enjolras started.
"So, I think we should start planning as soon as possible-" Jehan started, coming over and attempting to talk to them. However, as soon as he began, everyone else started talking, too, drowning his soft voice out. Courfeyrac and Combeferre talked to Jehan excitedly about wedding plans, almost shouting over the noise.
"Oh! Éponine! Let me see!" Cosette grabbed Éponine's hand and gasped at the ring, and began to incessantly chatter to Éponine about something to do with weddings.
Bahorel and Grantaire could be heard letting out yelps of 'woo!' in the background, and Enjolras swears he hears something shatter.
"Enjolras, I have to say, I'm proud." Marius comes and clasps Enjolras on the shoulder, despite Enjolras' look of disgust and condemnation.
"Éponine, is this what you want?" Gavroche comes and asks his sister seriously, looking deep into her eyes and looking for any trace of reconsideration. She nodded at him, smiling. He turned to look at Enjolras, sizing him up. "You hurt her, you die."
Enjolras swallowed. "Yes, sir."
As Gavroche walked away to go and talk to Courfeyrac, Enjolras could see Joly and Bossuet making their way over to him and Éponine. She looked at him, and they smiled at each other, as Enjolras ran his thumb over Éponine's left hand, catching the silver ring as he did so.