The room spun as grantaire got to his feet. Enjolras tried steadying the drunkard as he was beginning to lead to one side. Grantaire, being drunk, decided to do whatever he wanted. First he tried to stay balanced, a hard thing to do when being alcoholic. Enjolras grabbed his arm as he tripped over his own feet. Grantaire looked at the leader longingly. He never really thought of his blonde curls and blue eyes the way he was in that moment. Turning himself to the man, he slurred out the words "I love you" he managed to tilt his head and kiss him. Enjolras, not being phased by his actions, pulled away from the kiss. He merely said "Your drunk Grantaire, Go home." he forcefully shoved him onto the street. Little did Grantaire know that Enjolras felt the same way.
