E.G: Lovingly dedicated to Achilles Maiden, for being awsome. :D

Summary: Grantaire and Courfeyrac make a bet on who can get Marius to speak the name of his beloved.

Disclaimer: The Fic is mine! (And A.M's. For it is a gift, mind you!) The characters belong to Hugo!

Coufeyrac glanced up from his late night do-at-the-last-minute Latin research to see Marius float through the door on cloud nine.

"Marius! Where have you been? It's almost one thirty!" Coufeyrac cried, glancing at his watch.

"I was out," he said simply.

"Alright, Marius, who is she?" Coufeyrac asked impatiently.

"Who's who?"

"Don't play dumb, who's the girl you're staying out all night to meet with?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Marius said blandly.

"I said stop playing dumb,"

"I'm not playing," Marius said in the same monotone.

Coufeyrac laughed outright, "Sure, Marius!"

"You know what I mean!"

"Of course I know. Now, c'mon, please? For an old friend?" Coufeyrac asked, making pathetic puppy eyes at him.

Marius remained dutifully silent as he hung up his coat.

"Marius, Marius, Marius, you could tell me now, or I could follow you and bother you until I find out"

"You wouldn't really," Marius said uncertainly, now starting to feel a bit flustered.

"I wouldn't?" Coufeyrac asked, pulling on a hilariously exaggerated solemn face.

"Don't follow me, I have a right to my privacy!" Marius cried, acting as his inner lawyer told him to.

"Oh yeah, that's right, there's a law against that, isn't there? Courfeyrac for a moment, before leaning back in his chair, resting his feet on top of the table (Carefully avoiding his Latin homework), "Oh well, it's either I follow you and I become the worst nuisance you'll ever know or you could end your misery before it happens,"

Marius looked at him in such a state of astonishment that Courfeyrac couldn't restrain the big, goofy grim.

"Honestly, Marius, I'm pretty sure I have better things to do than follow you around,"

Marius heaved a relieved yet slightly irritated sigh.

"But don't think for a second that I don't want to know!"

"Courfeyrac!"

"What? These stupid 'top secret' romances drive me up a wall!"

"So? It's my romance!"

"So? I want, nay, need to know who!"

"No you don't!"

"Please tell me her name!

"No!"

"Just give me an initial!"

"No!"

"Hair color?"

"No!"

"Eye color?"

"No!"

"Height?"

"No!"

"Anything?!"

"No!"

"It's either I find out or die trying!" Coufeyrac cried, sitting upright in his chair again.

"Courfeyrac, its no big deal, just don't think about it," Marius lied; Cosette was the meaning of his life.

"You and I both know that's the farthest from the truth," Courfeyrac said, smirking.

"Yeah, I know, and it is a big deal, but it's my big deal,"

"And you don't intend on sharing,"

"Not one bit,"

The young womanizer sighed unhappily, "Okay, fine, I won't bother you for the time being,"

"And the white flag flies!" Marius cried joyously.

"But when Capitol Soap Bubble pops, you will tell me then, deal?"

"Deal," Marius knew he was safe on this deal; Capitol Soap Bubble would stand strong twice as long as Rome did!

E.G: DON'T THINK FOR A SECOND THAT THAT'S WHERE IT ENDS! MORE TO COME!