As soon as the words left his mouth, Enjolras started wondering why he had accepted to hang out with Éponine and, even when they were actually together sitting in the stool of a bar, he kept wondering that. It was not that he disliked the girl or that he was a hermit--as much as Courfeyrac would've said so--, but this kind of meetings just were not his thing. He could enjoy an evening at the Musain with his friends, going for a walk, having lunch somewhere or even staying at home and watching a movie, but he was not used to going to bars and, considering how out of it he felt while they were there, he doubted he would ever get used to it.
Apparently, the fact that he was feeling slightly uncomfortable must have been pretty obvious, because it did not go unnoticed with Éponine, who did not hesitate to ask him. Raising his eyebrows in an attempt of pretending to be normal, he nodded his head slowly. "I'm fine," he said rather loudly for her to hear it, and he eyed the beer she had ordered him. Enjolras wondered how even she knew he liked beer, or whether she just assumed it, but thinking it might be the best, he did not hesitate to grab the bottle and take a sip of it. After leaving it back in the bar, he looked around and tried to think of good reasons why he was there, reasons why he should be enjoying himself: the music was not that bad and not nearly as loud as the places Courfeyrac liked to go, there were not too many people which meant he could be more relaxed than if they were in a crowded place, and he was with Éponine. That was supposed to be a good reason too, because they were friends... right?
The brunette's words brought him back to reality and his eyes landed on her as she spoke. Enjolras was thankful that she was the one to initiate most conversations because, as much as everybody often told him he was good with words, he actually was terrible at small talk--let alone with girls; however, he blinked confusedly at the mention of a game. After allowing her to explain him, he considered his choices. It was not that much of a bad idea, after all; he did not picture Éponine asking questions that might be too personal and he had nothing to hide, anyway. "Oh," he muttered, although he was sure she could not hear him. But, of course, she knew how to push his buttons and make him unable to say no; this time by threatening his pride by accusing him of being scared. Scoffing and shaking his head, he added, "Afraid? Of a few silly questions? Nah," he waved his hand and rushed to take a sip of his beer, "I'm in."
It turned out that the first question Éponine posed was... deeper than he would have imagined. He was expecting what's your favorite color, what food do you hate the most, or something of the kind, but instead she asked him for his biggest inspiration. "Well... it's more of a kind of people than a person alone," he started explaining, his eyes focused on hers to see what her reaction was. "Hard-working, passionate people inspire me, as well as those who are altruistic, those who like to give without expectigng anything in return, y'know?" And just like that, he felt at home again. All awkwardness had faded away, and he did not know whether she had done it on purpose, but he had to admit she was good. "My turn," he said after a few seconds, and he was even grinning now. "How do you see yourself in ten years?"
discoholicmusic
ellievsbear
annaxmalina
stormborns
pixelskylines
snowghoul
theartofmadeline
