After the argument, Grantaire and Charla had ended up taking their things to Eponine's. She had a spare room, and insisted they don't go to her parents'. Eponine wasn't thrilled to have Charla in her home, but she was willing to do anything for her R. Besides Gavroche also seemed pretty excited to have Grantaire in the house with them as well. The teen couldn't stop chatting with R, sharing bad puns and asking lots of questions about R's life. Eponine liked to see her brother have a positive role model. There hadn't always been a lot of those, and truth be told she was a little afraid of introducing the boy to Bahorel. She was pretty sure that if she did, someone would end up with a split lip… and it wouldn't be either of those two! Speaking of violence, as the wedding planning got more underway, tensions rose.

Everything had became so much harder since Charla and Helene refused to talk to one another. Helene came over to help, but she never spoke with the bride-to-be, making the space filled with awkward energy. Eponine and Grantaire tried to diffuse it to the best of their ability, but nothing seemed to help. Charla's plans grew, shaping into an elaborate and tasteful wedding. It soon became clear that they would need an outdoor wedding, since the chapel would not hold the 300+ guests that were currently on the list. However the bride did not seem to like the idea all that much. She argued that the weather was just too much of a variable. In fact she said it so many times, that both Helene and Eponine, could quote her word for word.

"Maybe we could cut the list down," offered Eponine tiredly. She of course was looking at the six page list Charla had compiled of guests.

"Fine." Charla huffed, reaching for Grantaire's much shorter one.

"Um..." Eponine frowned. "I was actually thinking we should cut your list, Charla."

"Mm no, don't be ridiculous. These people are important. I am afraid I can't cut them. They are valuable business connections. Now here," Charla paused pointing at R's list. "Is it really necessary to invite Miss Spencer and her family?"

"Alice has been kind to me, Charla. She matters to me. Her family matters to me. I want them here." R protested.

Charla sighed. "Very well. I was just trying to do what Eponine asked. What about Musichetta?"

"Her boyfriends are in the wedding, Charla. She's one of my best friends. She's coming." Grantaire reprimanded softly.

"Ugh. Are people like that even allowed on consecrated ground? I'm sure it's a sin of some sort," Charla snorted.

"I never took Charla for being religious. But then I suppose a snake like her belongs in the Garden of Eden to tempt Eve," Helene said conversationally to Eponine.

"Maman!" Grantaire stood up. "Enough."

Charla just looked stricken. "Alright. I see how it is. Let's cut my list of friends, clearly that is the only way to please you people."

"Charla. Stop it, you're not helping. I think we need to take a break for the night." Grantaire turned on her.

The women nodded, Eponine walked Helene to the door talking to her softly, as Charla paged through the list of things she had to do. Grantaire went out the side door to sit on the porch and think. A few minutes later, Eponine joined him.

"Well that was rough," she said dryly.

"You shouldn't have said anything about cutting guests. It's fine, an outdoor wedding will be beautiful." Grantaire replied tiredly.

"It's clear that's not what Charla wants." Eponine replied, "but then she wants all those guests too."

"It's important to her. She doesn't have any family, Ep. Not like you and I do. All she has is those contacts and friends."

At the word 'friends' Eponine snorted. "She has to compromise."

"She's compromised already by agreeing to have the wedding here," Grantaire said repeating what Charla had said to him before.

Eponine frowned. "Is this what you want, R?"

"What?"

"This wedding, is it what you want?"

"Truthfully I thought a small country wedding would be nice, but I get that-"

"What about the marriage afterward. A wedding lasts one day, but marriage? It lasts a lifetime. Is this how you want to spend your life?" Eponine asked desperately.

"I-I..."

"I've seen bad marriages, R. Hell I lived through one with my parents. If you aren't happy now, during the joyful newlywed/marriage phase, how will you feel in ten years? Or thirty?" Eponine pushed.

"Enough, 'Ponine. I am happy."

"This isn't happiness. This is-"

"I said enough. God, I thought when you offered the spare room, I thought you would be cool about this. Charla is my fiancee, and I love her. I understand that you don't get it, but you don't have to. You just need to be there for me."

"I understand, Grantaire. I'm sorry," Eponine's big dark eyes shone brightly in the night.

Grantaire shrugged and stood up. He went back into the house and found Charla sitting at the couch.

"I heard what you said to her babe," Charla's voice was soft. "You're right. She shouldn't have acted like that. I am beginning to think no one here gets us. We only have one another. They don't get our love, R. They don't see how good I am for you, how I am the best thing that has happened to you… New York is the best thing that has happened to us. They don't see, they'll never see. It's just you and me against everyone else."

Grantaire pulled in her into a hug, tears running down his cheeks. Her warmth enveloped him, one hand stroking his hair.

"Hush, babe. I've got you. You don't need them. We have each other. We don't need them. I'll call my friends and they can take over the planning. From here on out it'll just be you and me."

Grantaire squeezed her tightly, silent sobs wracking his body. He didn't know that he could ever feel this lonely.

Charla smiled. "I've got you. Let's go to bed, R. I've got you."

Grantaire was kept up thinking about how he had lost his family. No one seemed to understand him anymore. Perhaps he had changed too much. His world was no longer made up of the white picket fences and flowers of Montfermeil… Charla was right. She was always right. He had grown too big for this town. He didn't belong here. They should never have come.

Enjolras was currently being fucked into a cheap motel bed. This was his third night in a row with the same man, and Enjolras was in too much pleasure to feel any embarrassment about it.

"Oh I love to hear the way you whine and beg for me," the older man said, his hands gripped tightly on Enjolras' hips. "Say my name."

Enjolras screamed as the man pounded into him.

"Say. It."

"Felix," Enjolras moaned breathlessly.

The older man chuckled. "Good boy, Enjolras. God, I knew you would be a good fuck as soon as you served me that first drink."

Enjolras shivered, a long whine drawn out from his lips.

"You're such a good boy, babe. You feel so tight around my cock, just sucking it greedily into your hole. My good little cockslut," teased Felix.

Enjolras came suddenly, Felix's words bringing him over the edge. The older man continued to rut into him, cumming a few moments later. Easily Felix pulled out of him, tossing the used condom in the direction of the trashcan.

"How did I get so lucky to share a bed with you three nights in a row," Felix flirted as he cleaned off Enjolras' chest with a rag.

"You mean you aren't sick of me?" Enjolras said biting his lip, looking at the man through his lashes.

Felix groaned. "When you look at me like that, I could devour you whole."

"Does that mean you're up for round two?"

Felix smirked, crawling on top of Enjolras. Passionately he began to suck at the blond's neck, using his teeth to make sure it bruised. Enjolras was breathless; writhing against Felix he ran his hands through the man's salt and peppered hair. He had known flirting with this man would lead to good things, especially when Felix had tipped him a hundred dollars for his drink. Not to mention the older man waited around for Enjolras' shift to be over, flirting only with him. Enjolras' toes curled as Felix licked his way down Enjolras' neck and chest, biting at his nipples. His back arched when Felix started to finger him, using his own cum as lube. Felix made forgetting easy. Felix numbed the pain. Enjolras' world was in this motel room, with a man who was old enough to be his father. Felix's eyes were hungry, darkened with lust. He couldn't wait to take this boy apart, inch by inch, Enjolras' body would be his.

Although it took Felix longer to get hard, he didn't mind. It just meant he could tease his little slut for longer. And oh, was Enjolras ever a slut. Felix had gotten good at recognizing which boys were willing to put out, and for what. He knew what lonely, miserable, weak boys looked like...and when he had walked into the Corinth, he had known instantly that Enjolras would be his for the taking. It was almost too easy getting this boy to fall into his bed, but it was clear that Enjolras wasn't in love… not with him. Felix was always up for a good challenge. Sure, he would only be in Montfermeil for a couple weeks, maybe a month or two, but that would certainly be long enough to have Enjolras willing to sin for him. Hell, the way the blond's lips wrapped round his cock was certainly enough for Satan to come calling. Felix chuckled as he pulled Enjolras deeper and deeper.