The Darkest Night Will End

Cafe Musain, Paris, 8:30pm, June 1st, 1832

Cafe Musian, Paris, 8:30pm, June 1st, 1832

The group had ojurned for a dinner break and to see where the other groups stood, and now they had returned to the back room of the cafe, giving reports on all they had seen.

"At Notre Dame the sections are prepared!" Combeferre exclaimed.

Feuilly grinned, "At Rue De Bac they're straining at the leash!"

Courfeyrac laughed loudly, "Students workers everyone! There's a river on the run, like the flowing of the tide, Paris coming to our side!"

"The time is near, so near, its stirring the blood in their veins." Enjolras sang.

"And yet beware," Jacquelyn added, looking at Grantaire who was well into his second bottle, "Don't let the wine go to your brains."

He smirked at them, taking a long swig straight from the bottle.

"For the army we fight is a dangerous foe. With the men and the arms we never can match. Oh its easy to sit here and swat them like flys, but the national guard will be harder to catch!" Enjolras sang, addressing the whole of the backroom.

Jacquelyn nodded, "We need a sign! To rally the people! To call them to arms and bring them in line!"

With the end of their words, the room fell back into chatter, until Marius came thundering up the stairs, and Enjolras groaned, "Marius, you're late."

"Whats wrong today? You look as if you've seen a ghost." Joly asked as he came to sit at their table.

"Some wine and say whats going on?" Grantaire chuckled, sliding a tankard across the table to him.

"A ghost you say, a ghost maybe, she was just like a ghost to me, one minute there then she was gone," Marius sighed, "I thought I was never going to see her again, but then she appeared again today!"

Grantaire chuckled, "I am agog, I am aghast, is Marius in love at last? I've never heard him ooo and ahh."

"I have." Jaquelyn muttered into their drink, causing Jehan and Eponine to snort with laughter.

"You speak of battles to be one, yet here he comes like Don Juan. It is better than an O-per-a!" Grantaire laughed, looking at Enjolras.

"It is time for us to decide who we are, do we fight for the right to a night at the opera now?" Enjolras had fully abandoned his work with Combeferre, "Have you ask yourselves whats the price you might pay? Is this simply a game for rich young boys to play?"

Jacquelyn swallowed roughly, his words seeming to stick in their throat as he continued, "The colors of the world, are changing day by day! Red! The blood of angry men! Black! The dark of ages past! Red! A world about to dawn! Black! The night that ends at last!"

He turned, meeting their eyes and frowning at the sad look that had crossed their face, but before he could move to ask them what was wrong, Maruis' voice was cutting back through the chatter, and Enjolras was turning back to him, "Had you been there tonight you might know how it feels, to be struck to the bone in a moment of breathless delight! Had you been there tonight you might also have known, how the world may be changed in just one burst of light!"

Jacquelyn slowly stood, moving through the crowded back room to stand by Enjolras, taking his hand quietly and muttering, "He's more oblivious than Montparnasse."

"And whats was right seems wrong, and what was wrong seems right!" Marius exclaimed.

Grantaire was already on his feet, taking advantage of the annoyance on Enjolras' face, "Red!"