Personal Chauffeur Wanted.
What do you mean, especially willing?
I mean most of my friends hardly ever say no to a lady.
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@enjolrasg
Personal Chauffeur Wanted.
What do you mean, especially willing?
I mean most of my friends hardly ever say no to a lady.
Text @ Éponine
Éponine: I'm doing the best that I can.
Éponine: Yeah, I'll be here. I haven't left his side in almost three days. I haven't been able to sleep.
Enjolras: I know you are.
Enjolras: Okay, give me a couple hours at the most and I'll drop by with a good book. Hit me up if you need anything else.
Hit and Miss || E/É
Éponine couldn’t help but smile as she kept her eyes on Enjolras, watching as he seemed to allow himself to unwind. She knew that taking him to a bar may not have been the best choice, which is why she was trying her hardest to make sure that he wasn’t too uncomfortable. Well… it’s more of a kind of people than a person alone. She nodded at his words, listening intently as she took another drink of her nearly empty beer. It took a lot to get to brunette drunk, for her tolerance was surprisingly high. Her smile widened as he spoke, a small sigh escaping her lips. He always managed to surprise her, and she couldn’t believe how much they truly did have in common.
My turn. She nodded, finishing off her beer before she once again turned her stool so that she was facing him. She noted the way his body language had changed, happy that he didn’t seem to be as uncomfortable anymore. The brunette bit her lip as she noted his grin, trying not to allow herself to be distracted by it. How do you see yourself in ten years? She smiled softly as the bartender set down another drink for her, sending him a wink before returning her attention to Enjolras. “I hope to be a teacher one day," she admitted, giving a small shrug of her shoulders. “I’ve been looking after my siblings since before I can remember. Helping them with homework is something that always stood out to me, I like helping other people learn. I didn’t have anyone to help me while I was growing up, and I think that’s an important thing to have."
Not many people knew of Éponine’s past, and that’s the way that she liked it. She was a strong girl, and she liked to be independent — her parents were her only downfall. She had never got along with them, which was part of the reason she had worked so hard to receive her scholarship. There was no way she was going to spend the rest of her life working at the Inn, not when there was an entire world full of possibilities out there. “It’s always been something that I hold close to my heart," she admitted, finding that she enjoyed how easy conversation seemed to come between the two of them. She matched his grin, taking a small sip of her second beer.
She wasn’t sure exactly how much he knew about her past, but she figured that if he wanted to know he would simply ask her. “If you could switch places with any person, dead or alive for a day… who would you switch places with?" She tilted her head to the side as she stared into his eyes. He was like a puzzle, a puzzle that she was slowly starting to put together, piece by piece. She waved over the bartender and ordered Enjolras another beer, knowing she wasn’t going to let him lag so far behind. “Keep up," she encouraged, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. She reached over and placed the fresh beer in his hands, cupping them with her own for a moment before she pulled back. Swallowing the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat, she gently clinked her bottle against his and took another drink.
As uncomfortable as a place like that could make him feel, Enjolras had to admit that he was starting to, at least, enjoy himself in some way with her. Éponine's plan did not sound too good initially--even if he agreed to go with her despite not feeling like it was a good idea--but it turned out that she knew how to keep him distracted, how to make him comfortable. That was, in all honesty, particularly odd, because Enjolras was not one to easily get along with women in general, but he was content with the way things went by, anyway. Besides, he had been needing a break for a long while as much as he hated to admit it, and that meeting was helping him relax and forget about everything going on in his life even if only for a few hours, until he returned home.
At her answer to the question he had just posed, Enjolras blinked at first, glancing at her with surprise. He knew Éponine was studying a career and that everything she had she had gotten it herself without anyone's help, which probably meant she really, really wanted to study; however, he had never known until now and would have never imagined that she wanted to be a teacher in a future. As she spoke about it, the passion sparkling in her eyes, he soon enough found himself smiling. Education was something extremely important for Enjolras and he wholeheartedly agreed with the idea that everybody should be able to receive it, without exception, which is why hearing about her plans of making it easier for children to learn, especially because it was way harder for her, simply amazed him.
"That is really... honorable of you, Éponine," he spoke seriously, although there was a proud smile on his face as he nodded his head. "I'm sure you'd make a great teacher, and it's nice to know I'm not the only one who wishes education was easier to be reached by everybody," he admitted. Enjolras was probably trying to avoid such thoughts, but the truth was that, all of a sudden, he started feeling more and more interested in Éponine, in knowing more of her, of her interests, of her passions, of her thoughts. They had known each other for a long while already, but they had never allowed themselves to get too close and he now regretted that, seeing everything that had been missing all that time.
Enjolras narrowed his eyes at her question, a smirk on his face as he processed it and thought, at the same time, about how good of a question that was. "I'd probably trade places with any important politician," he explained after a few seconds of silence as he contemplated his answer, "I would like to try my best to change some things that aren't okay. I'd try to be fair, to... make sure everybody was treated the same way, y'know? Because the worst thing about most politicians is that they normally don't do anything about this stuff," he sighed. When she caught his attention, Enjolras' glance went to his beer and he realized it was still nearly full, which caused him to chuckle. He had been so hooked on listening to her and their conversation in general that he had even forgotten to keep drinking. "Jeez, give me time," he raised an eyebrow amusedly, taking a sip of his bottle before posing his next question. "Is there anything in your current life you would change?"
Text @ Éponine
Éponine: I know, I know... he has to be okay. He has to be, Enj.
Éponine: Maybe a book? I feel like I'm going out of my mind.
Enjolras: He will. Just try to keep it together, stay positive and hope for the best, okay? You're doing great.
Enjolras: If I weren't myself I'd say you ask for the weirdest things, but I actually liked that one. I'll do my best. Are you gonna be there at the hospital?
Text @ Éponine
Enjolras: Okay.
Enjolras: Okay that's good news. That's really good news. Listen, he's going to be okay, alright?
Enjolras: Yeah, I can do that. Are you sure that's all?
Personal Chauffeur Wanted.
Would anyone mind giving me a lift home?
Not that I wouldn't have offered myself if you needed it, but I'm sure I know a bunch of guys who would've been especially willing to give you a ride.
Flirt with you? I — what? No… of course not. In your dreams, maybe.
I was just trying to help, there’s no need to get all up in arms about everything. I happen to have a high tolerance for alcohol, which is why I’m the reigning beer pong champion on campus.
I’ll take you somewhere else next time.
In my dreams, mhmm. Of course.
I know. I thanked you, though, didn't I? Beer po--what? What on Earth is that? Whatever it is, it doesn't particularly sound good to me, and I'm not sure if you being the champion is actually a good thing.
...wait, next time? Who said there's going to be a next time?
Go away. You know that’s not what I meant.
Have I ever been able to resist teasing you?
Take two tylenol and drink plenty of water for the rest of the day, it’ll help cure that nasty little hangover. You didn’t even drink that much, Enj. You’ve got the tolerance of a twelve year old schoolgirl.
Are you trying to flirt with me, Éponine? Because it's not working.
I know what the remedy for hangover is, but thank you. Oh, shut up. I happen not to drink as often as you do, that's all.
How I do what? Dance? It’s quite easy actually, would you like me to teach you?
Go away. You know that's not what I meant.
It’s raining! Does anyone else love the rain as much as I do? Someone dance with me!
I have no idea how you do it.
My head hurts.
Hit and Miss || E/É
Éponine still wasn’t sure how she had managed to do it, but she was currently sitting at a bar with none other then Gabriel Enjolras. What had started off as playful banter had turned into more, and the brunette wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. She propped her elbow up onto the bar counter, leaning her head against her hand as she watched the other. It was obvious that he was out of his element, something that she found all too amusing. To be honest, she hadn’t expected him to say yes when she asked him to go out, and the bar down the street was the first thing that popped into her mind.
"Are you okay?" She teased, pushing the beer that she had ordered for him closer to his reach. “Here, drink. It’ll help you relax." They didn’t know one another all that well, but they had been spending more and more time together as of late. He was fascinating, and he seemed to take an interest in her siblings which made her curiosity grow. He was one of the smartest men that she knew, which she found refreshing for they could actually hold an intelligent conversation. Although she may not look it, Éponine is one of the smartest students in her class. The only reason she was at the University was because she managed to obtain a full ride, otherwise there was no way she’d be able to afford it.
She leaned back in her stool, taking a rather sizable drink of her own beer. One would of thought things would of been awkward between them after her “gift", but strangely enough it seemed to bring them even closer. Enjolras was nearly impossible to read, but every once and a while Éponine could read him like a book. It was usually for a very brief moment, but the conversation they had earlier that day left her wondering. She turned so that her stool was facing his, her knees pressing into the side of his thighs. “Why don’t we play a game?" She nodded and leaned in a little closer, studying the blonds jaw for a moment. “We get to ask each other five questions, questions that we have to answer honestly — no matter what."
Smiling, she leaned back and took another drink, watching Enjolras out of the corner of her eye. “No question is off limits," she added, twirling in her stool. “What do you say? Are you up for it? Or… are you afraid?" Éponine knew that she was treading dangerous water, but for whatever reason she found she wanted to know as much about her friend as she could. He was fascinating, and that was terrifying. It was strictly friendly, wasn’t it? It was normal for friends to get to know one another, to go out for drinks and sit impossibly close. She quickly pushed those thoughts aside, refocusing her attention on the man sitting next to her. “I’ll even go first. Who is your biggest inspiration, and why?"
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?"
"I never said that I was full of myself," Éponine said, tilting her head to the side as she kept her gaze on Enjolras. There’s a playful glint in her eyes, one that hasn’t been there in a long time. “I simply said that many have fallen for my charms, and who could blame them?" She liked to tease, and though the was confident she was nowhere near conceited. She nudged him gently with her elbow to show that was kidding. “Coming from me, and just what is that supposed to mean?" She’s trying her hardest not to smile, swallowing as the blond steps closer to her.
Though they’ve been friends for a while now, the brunette has never seen such a playful side to Enjolras. She smiles up at him, no longer nervous for she wants to see more. It’s Tuesday. Éponine laughed quietly at his comment, taking yet another step forward so they’re merely inches apart. “Is that a problem? Have you got a curfew or something? I promise to have you back by daylight." She winks and nudges him again, this time allowing her arm to linger against his. What do you have in mind for a Tuesday? It better be good. “That’s for me to know and you to find out," she states, taking his reply as a yes. She then hooks her arm into his, the smile still on her face. “You sure you can handle this?"
"You never said so," he points out, "but you're proving very well that you are." Enjolras' smirk shows that he's not serious--he hasn't been serious since they started talking--and, judging by her expression, she's far from serious as well. Tilting his head, he watches as she nudges him, narrowing his eyes as he stares at her. "Well, you like to mess with me a lot so I wasn't expecting anything nice from you," he explains. "I don't think I've ever been called an ass, but coming from you, I should've seen it coming," he jokes.
Enjolras merely rolls his eyes at Éponine's answer to his words, one more time trying to look offended even though he's still strangely amused by the whole situation--something that had never happened to him with anyone, let alone Éponine. "Well then. I wouldn't want mama to get me grounded," he says as he raises an eyebrow. "You're a box full of surprises, huh?" He inquires later, pursing his lips. "Okay then, And... it's you, Éponine. I'm pretty sure I can handle you."
Éponine bit her lip to keep from laughing, shaking her head as she kept her eyes on the blond. “What can I say? I’m nearly impossible to get over," she teased, folding her arms across her chest as she kept her distance. “You’re not the first foolish boy to fall for my charms." She had never seen Enjolras smirk before, but she’d be lying if she said that it wasn’t sexy. “You’re an ass."
The brunette perks up at his next words, and this time she isn’t able to keep the smile off of her face. She doesn’t say anything for a moment, instead focusing on the blush that had invaded Enjolras’s cheeks. “Right," she agrees, taking a small step forward. “Have you… got plans tonight?" She dares to ask, her teeth digging into her lip as she stares up at him.
Enjolras raises his eyebrows, trying to keep a serious expression on his face as he speaks, but it's not as easy as he thinks and the smirk remains on his lips. "Now you're just too full of yourself, huh," he says, pursing his lips as he crosses his arms in front of his chest, stepping towards her. "I'm an ass? That's new, but I guess I can't complain since it's coming from you," he adds.
When he gets to see how Éponine's face has changed again, he sighs quietly in relief and nods at her, but his breath gets stuck in his throat as he hears her next words, and he blinks. "I..." A lot of things go through his brain in that moment, mostly looking for reasons why he should say he's busy and trying to ignore the impending need he oddly feels to go for it. "It's Tuesday," he finally replies, lamely, and seconds later he understands she probably has no idea what he meant by that. Shit, she's a friend, and he could use a distraction anyway; he's not used to doing this thing but it's never too late to start, right? "What do you have in mind for a Tuesday? It better be good." Enjolras states, content that he had managed to sound witty even with his nervousness.
"Haven’t we been over this before? I thought that you were smart, Enj." She laughs, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips as she keeps her hand pressed against his chest. She stares at him for a long moment, brown pouring into blue before she bites her lip and takes a small step backwards. Éponine knew that Enjolras wasn’t like the others, which was part of what drew her to the blond.
Her face falls at the way he brushes off the kiss, looking down for a moment. “Right," she says, not wanting to show that his comment had hurt. “It won’t happen again."
Enjolras raises an eyebrow at her words as he exaggeratedly tries to fake being offended by them, even bringing one hand to his chest. "Ow, Miss Thénardier doesn't think I'm smart," he teases, "I don't believe I'll be able to get over that. Ever." By the moment he's finished talking, there's a devious smirk on his face which grows wider when she steps backwards.
His face, however, changes as he watches the way her attitude turns into a completely different one. Sighing quietly, he tries his best to think of a way to make it sound better, and his cheeks flush red with his next words. "Well--it was a gift, after all. Everybody likes gifts, right?"
That’s a good question. Because you act more like a moody cat, but you look more like a puppy.
I look like a puppy? Ouch. But I don't like puppies.