Grantaire

The ABC cafe was bustling with activity, as it always was on a Friday night. Enjolras was looking through a stack of documents with Combeferre, Joly and Bossuet were giggling drunkenly in a corner, Jehan seemed to have fallen asleep on his table after keeping himself up all night again, and Feuilly was just slipping in, late as always, after his shift had run over.

Grantaire lounged a little way away from everyone else with a cheap bottle of wine already in hand, preparing to drink himself into enough of a stupor that their ideals seemed palatable; until he noticed a new face amongst the group. With Enjolras' intensity new members were rare, and those who did tend to attend were usually friends of Courfeyrac who'd been dragged along, and yet this newbie was sitting at Enjolras' left side; had their esteemed leader finally managed to draw in new blood with his impassioned speeches, or had some poor soul simply wandered into the middle of the political messes they always appeared to be making without realising what they were getting themselves into?

Either way, he found himself drawn to the stranger, taking the empty seat alongside them, and quietly offering them a drink.

"Here," he said, with a slight smirk. "You'll need it when the great Apollo begins his prattling."