grantaire; get the mop

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GRANTAIRE IMAGINE:

- imagine that marius' parents had thrown a ball and he had invited all the boys and you

- the boys were already there, but you hadn't arrived yet

- they were hanging around the drinks table to keep away from the politics the adults constantly spoke of, and the thickheaded bourgeois women of the room

- "R, where's Y/n?"

- "i don't know- why would i know?"

- "you two are always together, i just figured you'd know."

- "just because we spend a lot of time together that doesn't mean i have her location written on the back of my hand. i mean what are you suggesting that we're like in love or something because we're not! Y/n and I are-"

- "would you quit your scene making? i never asked if you were in love-"

- "yeah but-"

- "just be quiet and drink."

- grantaire rolled his eyes and began to fill his mouth with his glass of expensive white wine

- "miss Y/n L/n"

- the crowd turns to the entrance to see the latest guest that has entered the party

- grantaire turns to you and begins to drool the alcohol out of his mouth in awe of how beautiful you looked

- "OH MY GOD GRANTAIRE! YOU'RE GETTING IT ON MY FLOOR!" marius cries but grantaire's eyes never leave you, where you were greeting guests

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