Disclaimer: I do not own Les Miserables.

A/N: So I'm not exactly sure what happened but I ship this now. Yeah. By the way, I only included some of the characters because reasons, and all mistakes are mine.

ob·liv·i·on

/əˈblivēən/

Noun

1. The state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening.

"I swear to god, Enj, if you do this, I will owe you for the rest of my life."

Eponine rolled her eyes, and took a long sip of her drink. Courfeyrac had been trying to convince Enjolras to wingman him for the whole night, but so far the taller man had politely declined and chosen to silently drink tap water and sit alone.

Yeah, Enjolras could be a fucking wet blanket a lot of the time.

"I'm not interested in helping you trick some poor girl into spending a night with you."

"Come on, it'll be fun! I can find someone for you, if you want. Or Eponine can. She's actually a really great wingman."

Eponine laughed, somewhat bitterly, as she thought of how she had been the one to (unintentionally) bring Marius and Cosette together that night at the bar. She'd done a greatwingman job that night. Since then she had avoided any activity that involved being around the happy couple. It was her own fault they were together, and she would have no part in watching them be disgustingly romantic with each other.

"I would prefer to be back at the café, where we can work in peace without distractions." Enjolras said firmly.

"Well, you're here anyway, so what's the point of not having a little fun?" Courfeyrac tried, grinning.

Enjolras cleared his throat. "There is no point in me being here. I tried to explain this before we came here, but if I recall correctly, you would have none of it. Hence, I am here for no reason, and I am not enjoying myself."

"It's 10:30 on a Friday night, the drinks at this bar are crazily cheap, and all you do is sit there like you'd rather have your fingernails slowly torn off than be here." Grantaire drawled as he walked up to them, having returned from the bathroom. "Have a drink! Let loose for once."

Eponine grinned, and shared a look with the slightly inebriated young man.

Since Marius had met the so-called 'love of his life' a few months ago, Grantaire and Eponine had been spending more and more time together. Of course, they mostly just drank and complained about their feelings for Marius and Enjolras respectively, but the company of others was almost nicesometimes.

Especially when your company is completely shitfaced. The girl thought to herself, smirking slightly.

"Someone has to drive, Grantaire." Enjolras' voice suddenly pulled Eponine away from her thoughts, slamming his empty glass down on the table.

"Where are Jehan and Joly tonight?" Combeferre spoke up from his place next to Courfeyrac.

"Jehan is out with a girl he met the other week, and Joly is studying for some huge test. If he doesn't have his first heart attack in the next few years, I'm calling it a miracle." Courfeyrac replied, setting his eye on a woman across the bar. Apparently he'd abandoned all hope of engaging Enjolras in any wingman-related activities.

"What about Marius? I heard he and Cosette were going through a rough patch." Eponine tried to speak casually, taking another sip of her drink after she said it and focusing her eyes on the ground. There was no reply from any of the boys, and when she looked up, Courfeyrac, Grantaire and Enjolras were all glaring at her, while Combeferre had taken out his phone and was 'texting' intently.

"What?"

"You know what." Courfeyrac replied, a frown appearing on his face. "Desperately hoping for a relationship to end is really not healthy."

Eponine snorted. "Fuck you, Courf. You hit on girls who have boyfriends every other day."

"That's different. Marius is your best friend – your completely idiotic, clueless best friend. You can't just pretend to be okay with him constantly blabbering on about Cosette to you, and you can't fuck around with his relationship either. Just forget it." Grantaire drawled.

"The high and mighty act is pretty rich coming from you." Eponine snapped before gesturing for the barman to refill her glass. Grantaire dropped his head, knowing she could hit him right back if he threw anything at her, but she could see Enjolras shaking his head at her fourth drink of the night from the corner of her eye.

"For once, I actually agree with Grantaire. You're going to get hurt, and we're going to be the ones who have to take care of you." He muttered.

"I'm sorry that being my friend is such an inconvenience to you." She replied, trying to appear indifferent as his words raced around in her mind.

"I didn't mean it that way, and you know it. You're just taking it the wrong way so you have an excuse to drink some more and be like Grantaire."

Eponine felt anger bubbling under her skin, and it was even more intense because she knew he was right. She was about to spit something back, quite possibly an insult, because Grantaire was staring into his bottle and looking so heartbroken she wanted to smack Enjolras across the face. Hard.

"Okay, okay, guys. Let's not do this tonight." Combeferre said with a pointed look at the pair.

Enjolras nodded, Eponine shrugged, Grantaire kept staring, and then there was a silence.

Courfeyrac stood after a moment. "I'm going to go talk to that girl across the bar. Ep, you should get home soon."

Eponine's head was swimming a bit, and she was about to respond that if she went home like this, she'd end up beaten and possibly raped, but her mind flashed with all the hard work she'd put in to make sure her friends didn't figure out where the hand shaped bruises came from, and why she never picked up her father's calls around them, so she kept her mouth shut and nodded in response even though Courfeyrac was already walking away.

"I'll call you a taxi." Combeferre offered.

"No, I'll walk. It'll only take me about ten minutes." Eponine lied, getting up and dusting off her jeans.

Enjolras raised an eyebrow. "Where do you live, exactly?"

"Bye guys. Sorry about the hostility. It's just been a rough couple of months." Eponine ignored the question and hugged Combeferre, nodded at Enjolras and bumped her fist against Grantaire's before slipping on her coat and leaving the group. It wasn't until she had stumbled outside that she took a moment to breathe deeply.

Lying and sneaking around like this was killing her. She was constantly trying to keep her friends from finding out where she lived – they had all been to the inn at one point or another, without knowing it was run by her family, of course – and how she lived. If they found out...

Eponine shuddered at the thought of what they might do, and started walking. As she was walking, she remembered Grantaire's forlorn face and pulled out her phone. The boys had all pitched in and bought her an iPhone last Christmas. It took them three weeks to convince her to keep it, but she still felt odd using it. She hadn't earned it. Like, at all. She had been a bit of a shitty friend that Christmas, not being able to buy the guys presents because of her school fees. Obviously they didn't see that as shoddy friendship, but she definitely did.

Didn't want to say anything in front of the guys, but are you okay? Enjolras' foot seems to be in love with his mouth a lot of the time.

Eponine sent the text, and was just finishing off another one to Azelma (you guys closed yet? I need to sneak in but I want to wait till they're asleep) when Grantaire replied.

he hadm ore of ago at yuo

She snorted out loud.

That's different. I deserve it.

im the noe whose sodr unk that im fallingasleep in my drink

At least you still have your sense of humor. Get home safe, okay?

will do ms jondretet

Eponine sighed and put her phone away. She had no reply from Azelma yet, and she wasn't about to take any risks, so she walked until she found a bench, before sitting down and getting out her phone again to play Angry Birds.

Three hours later, she snuck through the back door of the Inn and into her bedroom, tired, sore and still a bit tipsy.

She was really, really fucking sick of this life.

A/N: Yeah... this is really short. But I don't want to try and flesh it out too much because it's not exactly the most interesting chapter in the world. It's just a quick thing. Next chapter is going to be a hell of a lot of backstory, because this is a Modern AU and even I don't know exactly how it works. I guess we'll all find out in a few days (maybe a week, IDK).