Blind Lover

New York City:the city of Clubs

      For the first time in ages, Grantaire awoke calmly, no nightmare plaguing him or hangover imprisoning him. He felt slight pain in his hands and ached but for once he was glad since it was the type of pain that reminded him that he was alive and not dying. 

    Enjolras had buried himself into Grantaire's side and Taire smiled in happiness. Enjolras' golden halo of curls had scrunched up along Taire's neck and some stood up on ends making the fearless leader look less guarded and more innocent in slumber rather than awake. 

     Unfortunately, the flight was ten minutes away from landing and Enjolras had awaken due to turbulence. Grantaire quietly noticed how Enjolras did not panic but rather sleepily smiled at Taire.

    "About time,Enjolras! We're about to arrive," Eponine announced,  "We have to walk to my parents' hotel but its New York City. I think it's around eight ish? who knows, we probably won't go to be right away since it's only three in France and- Enjolras, god, are you listening?" 

   Enjolras sheepishly smiled and nodded. Clearing his throat he then began to process the seriousness of the journey they were making. Grantaire sighed and played music on his headphones, knowing Enjolras was going to go on full command mode. 

   "Amis,yes, We are in America! But we still need to be careful. Whoever you sat next to on the airplane you look after, " he resisted the urge to glance at Grantaire, " We all have each other's numbers but tomorrow we are getting prepaid phones. We still have a government to overthrow and-" Enjolras was interrupted by a groan from Marius. 

    "Enjolras i knowwwwww. But let us have this night! Tomorrow we start!" Marius proclaimed and many Amis mumbled in agreement but all too wise to argue against their leader. Enjolras hesitated and then gave in. 

"Fine." Cheers erupted in the plane and other passengers stared at the young french group in confusion. Grantaire gaped in amazement. Was this frozen ice king finally thawing? Enjolras finally lost the temptation to meet Grantaire's eyes but looked away from  beaming face.

He couldn't let the revolution stop for just any man.  

The plane took ten more minutes to unload since so many people had boarded and Enjolras had accidentally ran into a man. He winced at the impact and apologized before resuming to lead the amis down the sidewalk of the airport. He grabbed his luggage easily and looked around counting all the amis. Frowning, he counted again, panicking fluttering in his chest when he counted one less. He let a breathe of relief out when he spotted Taire painfully make his way through the crowd. He began to walk towards Taire but hesitated. He was getting too attached. Sighing he turned back around and led the amis with Eponine since he actually had no idea where he was but had to make it seem like they did. 

     "Combeferre'!! Look at that garden!!! Look look look!!!" Jehan squealed in delight. Ferre chuckled and wrapped his free hand around Jehan's shoulder. Jehan beamed happily and took pictures.

   Getting to the hotel must haven over an hour since the Amis insisted to either take pictures of everything, or stop outside of night clubs that just started to wake up, almost all yearning to go to an American Night Club. When the group finally arrived to the hotel Eponine forced her parents to let the amis stay on the 14th floor(Mostly because her parents were so cheap they insisted all the Amis were capable of fitting in a broom size closet), that way they were not too high or too low in case the government had decided to follow them which was highly likely. There were two beds in each room and Enjolras decided to share a room with Courf' that way he could get work done. Combeferre supposedly was going to share a room with Grantaire to keep an eye on the healing man but it was well known he was more likely to spend his nights with Jehan. 

    It was around 10:30 when the Amis finally arrived to the closest night club. Enjolras had insisted they use different names which then made Jehan and Combeferre insist to be called Bucky and Captain.

   Grantaire was fascinated by American Bars. Mostly just drunk people. You see, there were two different types of drunk people Taire enjoyed talking to. 

Type A: The ones who would talk about their life stories

Type B: The ones that talk about fantasies and hallucinations. 

Type C: the ones that just yell at everyone

Most of the time Grantaire enjoyed listening to Type B. Mostly because he could never be that type. He couldn't daydream while drunk. He would dream about Enjolras and happiness and those were mainly the reasons he drank. However, Grantaire could not standing being at the club. The pain throbbed from his hands and for some reason he felt trapped. His throat closed and he stumbled over to a twerking Courf to let at leas someone know he was going back to the hotel.

   Enjolras actually enjoyed the club. he loosened up but kept his distance from drinks. He was going to hold himself responsible for all his friends. Besides, he knew the affects of alcohol did not rest easily on him and decided that he didn't need a crack in his armor. He had dance and even had talked to a group of girls. At first he thought they were interested in politics but then he realized they were only interested in him. 

   Deciding that the curfew would be two he started dragging all the amis back to the hotel starting at 1:30. It took him precisely an hour to gather up everyone. Courf had started whining and hugging Enjolras aggressively when Julien dropped him off, Eponine had started sobbing about her parents so he insisted on buying her gummy bears at a local drug store, Jehan built him a flower crown from stolen flowers and dandelions and demanded that Enjolras wear it, Combeferre was the hardest yet.

He had found the game of darts extremely compelling and would not leave until Enjolras beat him. Most would expect a drunk to have awful aim but it took Enjolras many,many,many tries to finally beat Courf.

He finally won by telling Courf it was like golf; the less points the better.

he was mostly concerned about Grantaire. HE went to the club again in search of his companion and felt the flutter of panic rise to his chest again. It was overpowering. It wasn't until Courf' grabbed Enjolras by the flower crown and half whispered and half giggled that Grantaire was safe and sound sleeping in his room.