The Night That Ends At Last *Les Miserables Romance (Enjolras)*

Chapter 2: ABC Café/Red and Black

Chapter 2: ABC Café/Red and Black

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!

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Joleigh padded up Café Musain, the light from inside glowing on the cold grey road as night took over day. She smiled to herself at the noise coming from inside; the loud laughter and cheers. Then she remembered why they were all here. To plan their death sentence. Her face turned grave and she entered the café, cursing her curiosity. After sliding her way through the crowded ground floor, she heard from upstairs:

"At Notre-Dame the sections are prepared!"

"At Rue de Bac they're straining at the leash!"

"Students, workers, everyone! Paris is coming to our side!" Knowing who the voices belonged to, Joleigh didn't know whether to smile or frown. Instead she climbed the wooden stairs, revealing herself to the loud amis de l'ABC. "Joleigh!" Coufeyrac saw her first drawing the attention of the room to her. Joleigh laughed as the black haired student picked her up and spun her around. "I haven't seen you in ages! What a surprise for you to turn up at our private meeting." Coufeyrac turned and gave a wry look at Enjolras, who look as surprised as the rest of the room.

"I thought you wouldn't come..." The leader smiled.  

"I know," Joleigh blushed. "I was curious -um- forgive me, if it's private, I can go?" The men laughed. Coufeyrac, being kind, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. 

"No, you may stay." Enjolras reddened, yet composed him self quickly. "Everyone! This is Joleigh my fianc-"

"We know that Enjolras." A voice rose up from the bar. "Everyone knows of the lovely Joli Accord!" Enjolras glared at the man standing behind her, yet Joleigh turned and laughed.

"Grantaire, you are too kind!" Joleigh exclaimed. Grantaire took a swig from his bottle and smiled, wobbling as he stood.

"Mademoiselle..." He gurgled, his blue eyes sparkling. Trying to bow deeply, Grantaire lurched forwards, but Coufreyrac grabbed him before he fell. Joleigh, concerned as always, quickly helped keep the young drunk up. Enjolras sighed, tired and anxious. There were still so many plans to be arranged. 

"Joleigh, you can sit over there-" Enjolras pointed to a seat in the corner of the room. "Take care of him, please." His fianceé smiled and wrapped one of Grantaire's arms around her shoulder, dragging him to the little wooden chairs. On their way, many other friends greeted her; the always smiling Joly (similar names, even people who knew them got confused until the gender was mentioned), the anxious Combeferre and the proud Feuilly...no Marius. 

Seeing that the two were comfortable, Enjolras bent back over the maps he was looking at, Coufeyrac quickly returning to his side. The chatter of the room continued. Joleigh leaned her elbows on the table, now wishing she had brought her book. She tried her best not to offend anyone by looking too bored. Especially not Enjolras. She watched him intently, noticing how his top was undone a little too much, and she could see his chest. Every time he lent farther over the map to point someplace, his shoulders would arch. At one point his eyes met hers as he was discussing; and she breathed in sharply when he smirked. He knew she was watching him.

Grantaire looked at her amused, wiping his mouth and taking a swig of his bottle; only to find that there was nothing in it. He shook his head confused, his black curls falling in front of his eyes. The drunk became more confused. Joleigh laughed and when Grantaire heard this, he grinned, pushing his fringe out of his eyes.