Authors Note: Thank you for all the reviews :) Sorry I hadn't updated sooner but my teachers decided to kill me with a crapload of work. Anyways here it is.

Eponine stood in a dark alleyway. She had intended to run further from Enjolras's apartment but her ribs weren't letting her. She leaned heavily against the brick wall.

"Stupid, stupid boy" she thought to herself

How she wanted to smack him left and right across the head. He had turned out to be like all the other bourgeois brats she had come to known. Her mind was racing, her blood boiling, and her temper was flaring. Eponine touched her hand to her temples. She needed a drink. Eponine looked around slowly. Strangely enough she was only a few blocks away from the cafe. It was a bit early but she figured that Grantaire would be there nursing his bottle. Sure enough as she pushed the doors to the nearly empty cafe there he was. A smile spread across her cafe.

Enjolras paced around his small kitchen as he often so did when he was angry. The coin that she had slammed down on his table was tightly clenched in his fist. He tried to remember if woman had always been this difficult but it had been such a long time. Eponine was like no other girl that he had met before. She might look weak to the naked eye but she sure as hell wasn't on the inside. A small voice tugged at the back of his head. You should be looking for her. But how on Earth would he find her? She knew the streets of Paris better than anyone.

Enjolras was beginning to get more and more frustrated. He was going to be late to the meeting at the cafe. Finally he had decided that enough was enough. Not even Eponine was more important than the revolution. He got dressed and left to the cafe but not before slipping Eponine's coin into his pocket.

He had not expected such a fuss when he got close to the cafe. You could smell the liquor from about a mile away and as he neared the entrance he could hear his friends.

"Drink,Drink,Drink" they chanted in unison.

"Stupid Grantaire, that bottle will be the death of him" he grumbled disappointedly. But to his surprise it was not the crazy drunk they were yelling at.

Eponine stood in the middle of the cafe, a large bottle of whiskey at her lips. Enjolras stood in shock. It was just past noon and all his friends were drunk including the girl that had runaway from him only a few hours ago.

She finished the bottle with one swift last gulp. A cheer erupted from the boys around her and someone clapped her on the back. She stumbled forward into the arms of Grantaire. A deep bout of jealousy was starting to rumble inside of Enjolras.

They were both stupidly smiling at each other like idiots and he had his arm around her waist. Her cheeks were flushed. The dress that he had given her was slightly lopsided on her right shoulder and he could see the splash of golden freckles that resided there. At that moment Enjolras envied his friend the drunk for being able to hold her so carelessly. He noticed that she could hardly hold herself up.

"C'mon Monsieur Enjolras join us for a drink" she catcalled. Her hand reached for another bottle that was nearby.

"I think you've had quite enough Eponine." He pried the bottle out of her hand.

She swatted his hand aways and swayed a little. "No,no,no I've only just begun" she slurred.

He grabbed her by the arm and began leading her outside to the cold winter air. He cringed when she stopped to give Grantaire a kiss on the cheek. The more he tried to drag her to his apartment the more she acted like a child. She whined and pulled but he kept a firm enough grip so that she wouldn't try to leave again.

When they arrived at the apartment she was surprisingly sober already. Her expression became one of confusion and mischief. Before he could ask what was wrong with her, she was already pulling him by the collar of his jacket and her lips were already crashing into his.

P.S. Hope you liked it and from now on I decided that I'll probably only be updating on saturdays just putting that out there.