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"No. Absolutely not. I'm tired. It's late."
"But Ferre-"
"No. You should be resting."
"But/"
"And not just because I don't feel like babysitting you at the bar. As your manager, I NEED you to not be hungover tomorrow. I need all this pep and cheer stored away for that interview in the morning. And I need Enjolras's voice to not crack when he's singing whatever song the host will definitely request he perform on the spur of the moment with no warm ups or prior warning. So he is going to bed right now. And you are going to bed too, because he won't go if you don't. So where are you going?"
"Bed." Courfeyrac muttered grudgingly.
"Good boy. Enjolras?"
Enjolras sighed. "One drink?"
"Were you listening to me? At all?"
"Ferre, you don't understand. It's like a runners high. There's no way we'll be able to fall asleep yet."
Combferre pinched the bridge of his nose. "One drink. You hear me? JUST ONE."
"Of course, Ferre. You're the best. I love you." And with that, they were dashing for the exit.
"Hey! Wait up! You aren't going anywhere without me."
But they were, because by the time he made it outside, they were no where in sight.
"Musicians. Fucking 2 year olds."
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Enjolras was not a very serious drinker. After an hour, he still hadn't quite finished his first beer.
Courf had ditched him after maybe 20 minutes. Enjolras was never really entertaining enough. And besides, Enjolras was hardly likely to sleep with him.
The high hadn't quite left him. He could feel the buildup of energy buzzing under his skin. It made him itch all over.
"Can I get you another drink?"
Enjolras turned, rather too quickly, to the dark haired man on his left.
"Do you want to have sex?" He asked accusingly.
"I'm so- I didn't- WHAT?" The man stammered, bewildered.
"Cause I don't," he said. Then he shook his head. He was doing this VERY wrong. "Not because of you. I don't do sex."
The man was wearing this amused half smile now. "Waiting for marriage, physical problem or ace?"
"Ace."
"Bi. So yeah, in theory I want to have sex, but that's not why I'm offering you a drink."
"Okay. Why then?"
The man leaned in and whispered. "Don't look, but do you see the guy in the yellow shorts?"
Enjolras nodded.
"He's my ex. Except, he hasn't accepted the breakup yet. I was hoping I could convince you to kiss me."
"That's the worst line, I've EVER heard," Enjolras gasped.
"It's SO not a line," he said, indignantly. "But I could just ask someone else. Do you think that friend of yours would do it?"
"Ha. He probably would," Enjolras said proudly, "but I think he's already left with some other guy."
"Alright, I'll find someo-" he cut off with s gasp as Enjolras grabbed his face and kissed him quickly.
The kiss tasted like scotch and barely lasted a second. The man pulled away and said "thanks, that was-"
"He's still there," Enjolras said, feeling slightly giddy. "We'll have to do better." He kissed him again and this time neither one pulled away.
When the kiss finally ended, Enjolras started laughing. "Come with me," he said, grabbing the man's arm and pulling him out of the bar.
Outside, he slid an arm around the mans waist and started walking. "I think he got the hint. Walk me to my hotel?"
"Sure. Can I get your name?"
"Enjolras. You?"
"Grantaire."
"Nice to meet you. Feels like we did that in the wrong order."