Chapter Five

Once again, nothing. Nada, zilch, zippo. I donI think we need to set Enjolras up on a date!I think that is a lovely , the only reason you Eponine retorted from behind the counter.

Jehan looked momentarily hurt, but then perked back up. s always holed up in the library or his room. Courf says that he hardly even comes out to eat anymore.I agree with Courfeyrac and Jehan.s gotten kind of thin lately. I don

Jehan added.

Courfeyrac cried gleefully.

Eponine burst into a fit of laughter. Everyone knew that Courfeyrac, who was one of the most social in the group, loved nothing more than to go out clubbing on a Saturday night. He would drag Jehan out on the dance floor and would embarrass him to no end, but at the end of the night Courfeyrac would end up getting Jehan even more drunk than him, and someone would practically have to carry him out of the club.

m free, and I think it would be a good idea for Enjolras to go out and loosen up a little bit.Ep, can you get me a coffee?No problem, , Enjolras, were going to come with us.I dons going to happen, Eponine.I have to look over these transcripts and records, and I just don

t getting out anymore. Most of us only see you once or twice a week. You arent think I havenre pouring yourself into your work, and you need a break.I understand that you want to be a good lawyer, and trust me, you

Enjolras scoffed, but said nothing more. The plans were made, and Enjolras begrudgingly agreed to go along. m going to be home by midnight, and that

The week passed in an uneventful manner, but Enjolras became more and more apprehensive about that Saturday. He mainly stuck to his group of friends, and didnI don Courfeyrac said examining his vivid pink shirt in the mirror he had propped against a wall.

t you say?I think you should go with something a little more . Can we go now?t help much.

He sat at the bar, with a beer in his hand. Everyone was on the dance floor, even Combeferre, and Bossuet, who had the worst luck of them all, had found a pretty girl to dance with. Enjolras let his mind wander to the court reports he had to analyze sitting on his desk. He caught a glimpse of a tall man with dark, curly hair. His thoughts flashed back to Grantaire, he hadnt even thought about him in weeks.

He turned around to order another beer, and the bartender handed him one. The bartender said.

Enjolras didnt shaved in several days. His eyes were glassy, and Enjolras could practically smell the alcohol wafting off of him.

He slurred.

re doing well.I Grantaire yelled at nobody in particular, but the bartender sat another shot of something down on the counter. He downed it and waved for another, and then another, and then another.

s enough. You shouldn Enjolras scolded.

t.I Enjolras said.

Grantaire said, and ordered another shot.

When the drink arrived, Grantaire reached for it, but Enjolras grabbed it before Grantaire could and threw it back. Grantaire looked at Enjolras, stunned.

Grantaire said.

Enjolras just smirked in return.