The Blood of Angry Men

fukcin truth or dare bro

"What do you guys do for fun?" asked Grantaire to his new batlike aquaintances (did i fucking spell that right probably not).

Joly, Musichetta, and Bossuet all glanced at each other and smiled. "Truth or dare!" cheered Musichetta excitedly.

Enjolras sighed. "They've been dying to play that game for ages, but I've never wanted to play," he explained, then looked at the grinning trio. "I guess since we have a guest..."

"Finally!" shouted Bahorel from the other side of the room.

"Keep your voice down, please," Enjolras said.

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So Grantaire, Enjolras, Bahorel, Musichetta, Bossuet, Joly, Combeferre, and Cosette found themselves sitting in a circle on the floor on the old, red rug, which was surprisingly clean to Grantaire. Valjean hardly stayed with the group, and he was often upstairs reading, so he wasn't there.

"Who wants to go first?" asked Musichetta.

"I'll go," replied Bossuet, who was crocheting next to her. "So Joly, truth or dare?"

Joly grinned. "Dare."

Bossuet thought a minute. "Okay, so... Wear your shirt inside out for the rest of the game."

"Phht.. that's easy. I expected better of you," Joly said as he took off his shirt, flipped it inside out, and put it back on. "Now it's my turn! Combeferre, truth or dare?"

"Truth," Combeferre replied.

"Have you ever stolen anything?"asked Joly.

"Nope. My turn. Cosette, truth or dare."

"Truth."

"What's the last lie you told?" asked Combeferre.

Cosette smiled. "When I told Musichetta that her hair looked fine this morning."

"Brutal," chortled Grantaire. Musichetta scowled.

"Musichetta, " asked Cosette, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth, too, actually. "

"What's the last thing you did that you feel bad about?"

Musichetta looked down at her lap. "Suggesting we kill Grantaire."

There was a collective silence, then Musichetta broke it. "Anyway," her face spread into an evil smile. "Enjolras... truth or dare."

"Oh shit. I guess I'll just go with dare."

"Act like a cat."

"Oh hell no. This game is a waste of time," Enjolras groaned, then paused and let out a little meow. The group laughed and Enjolras grinned. He crawled across the floor and rubbed against Musichetta's knees, then went back to his spot. "There, I did it," he huffed, but he was still smiling.

"Glad to see we are slowly removing that stick from your ass," Musichetta said.

"Grantaire, truth or dare?" asked Enjolras.

"Hmmm.. truth."

"What's one thing you do regularly that you'd rather people not know about?" asked Enjolras.

"Heh... I think we all know the answer to that one," Grantaire said cheerfully. "Am I right or am I right?"

Everyone nodded and grinned, except for Enjolras, whose face was bright red.

"Okay, I think that's enough for now, " laughed Combeferre awkwardly.

Grantaire yawned as his phone rang. It was Eponine. "Lie," commanded Enjolras.

"Where the hell are you?? It's been two hours!" Eponine shrieked.

"Oh.. haha.. you wouldn't believe this..." started Grantaire, and Enjolras shot him a look.

"I actually went to my parent's house. All that old stuff made me think of them so I left and went out the back door."

"Grantaire, you don't even like your parents."

"I'm trying to mend things."

That seemed good enough for Eponine. "Okay," she said, and she hung up.