"So this is what you guys do."

Enjolras nodded solemnly at Éponine, who laughed.

"Drinking and casual sex is more of Grantaire's thing, but I've found that it has its charms."

"So is there some kind of routine to this?"

Enjolras shrugged.

"Get drunk, find someone hot and easy, and repeat," Grantaire said.

"Sounds good to me," Éponine answered. She downed another beer and accepted a third from Grantaire.

"So," she started, seductively running her fingers through Enjolras's curly blonde locks, "you wanna find someplace more private?"

"So what brings you here, anyway?" Éponine inquired between needy kisses.

"I don't feel like being sober or alone, so I came here," Enjolras answered, plainly. Éponine observed that the man did not want to give her more information that he had to.

"Relationship troubles?"

"If you could call them that."

"Weren't you seeing that red head? Marius's friend."

Enjolras grunted.

"So you were seeing her."

"Why are you so intent on meddling in my personal business? Did Grantaire put you up to this?"

"No. I'm just curious. I mean if we're going to do this, shouldn't I at least know where your body's been?"

"I assure you, I am very nearly clean."

"Nearly? So you were with her!" Éponine giggled. She didn't mind that she would not be Enjolras's first. In fact, she preferred someone with experience. Still, she was intrigued by this man's past.

"Yeah."

"But you're not with her now."

"Obviously."

"And may I assume that those two things are related."

"That is my business."

"So that's a yes."

"I'm not justifying this with a response."

"And you don't have any sort of disease."

"Of course not!"

"Interesting. Well, that narrows it down to two things. Neither of which make me very interested in continuing this..." Éponine gestured to the two of them and the discarded outer clothes on the floor, "...this."

Without another word, Éponine began to slip back into her dress. Enjolras sat up.

"Where are you going?"

"Home. I'm sorry, but I can't go through with this, and neither should you."

"So he's a mess over her?"

Éponine nodded. Grantaire took another sip of water.

"Damn hangover," he muttered. "I guess it makes sense. He's been different since they stopped talking."

"When we were talking, he made it sound as though they had sex and that was the problem. Did they..."

Grantaire nodded. "It's how they got together. They got drunk, had a one night stand, and then decided to make it a relationship instead."

"So if that caused whatever caused their break up, there are three possible scenarios. One: One of them has a disease. This one isn't it, since Enjolras said he was 'nearly clean'. Second: One of them was really bad at it."

"That's not it," Grantaire interjected. "If it was that bad, they wouldn't have kept seeing each other."

"Well, that leaves one possibility. Grantaire, I think Simone is pregnant."