”ENJOLRAS,” Grantaire sighed. “Don’t even get me started.”
— No one said anything, but that was more than enough to
spur the drunk into starting none the less.—
"That fucking asshole. Thinks he can carry the goddamn world
with his bloody righteous fury like fucking ATLAS.” He paused
and considered the bottle in his hand. “Atlas… huh…” Grantaire
took another drink and slammed it down. “Fucking bastard is
what he is. I need— fuck. JEHAN, take my phone, fucking take it.”