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Party girls don't get hurt

Who| Felicity & Eponine
What| After the wedding, the girls spend the night together.
Where| District 3 suite
When| Backdated to Saturday night, after the wedding.
Warnings/Notes| ???

She'd looked for Eponine at the wedding, certain that her friend would at least have made an appearance at the event. After all, Eponine and Albert were in the same district. Fee had just assumed that those two would be close, the way she and Jet were. But clearly she was wrong, because Eponine hadn't shown her face at all.

After giving the customary "best man" speech, Felicity excused herself from the festivities and made the trek back to the Tribute Center. She wasn't certain Eponine was in the District Three suites, but she felt compelled to look there and give the girl a piece of her mind. She didn't even bother waiting to be let in by the Avoxes, she breezed into the common area on her own and announced herself loudly.

"Eponine Thenardier. Where are you? Show yourself, little girl." Felicity's voice boomed in the silence of the suite.

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"Felicity?" Eponine poked her head out of her bedroom, a surprised look on her face. "I should have thought you would be at the wedding?"

Truth be told, Eponine was glad that Felicity was not there, that she had come to see Eponine... even if she did sound cross.

"Are you angry with me?"

She emerged fully from her room to face her friend.

"I've been at the wedding all afternoon." Felicity crossed her arms, leveling Eponine with a look. Her expression read exasperation, disappointment, all with a touch of fun to it. "And I should have thought you'd be there, too. So imagine my surprise when I looked for you and found that you were not there. Are you imagining it, Eponine? I assure you, I was entirely surprised."

She took a step toward the other girl, then paused to show off her outfit. "Well, what have you to say?"

Eponine flinched at the look. She had no idea how Felucity managed to make her feel so ashamed of herself so quickly. She shifted unvomfortably, until she realised that Felicity was joking, nodding uncertainly as she imagined Felicity's expression.

"I should say you make the most handsome man. But trousers to a wedding?" Said the girl who wore a hoodie to her mother's funeral.
"That is not a donw thing. You should have had a dress, Felicity."

Felicity scoffed at that, hands on her hips in defiance. "I'll never wear a dress again if I can help it. Besides, I was the best man. And a best man should wear trousers."

Truth be told, Eponine's words stung her. She wanted her friend to be proud for her, to think she was lovely no matter what she wore. It cut her more than she was willing to admit. Instead of dwelling on that though, she deflected back to Eponine.

"Why did you not come to the wedding? I had hoped to see you there."

"That is a strange wedding indeed." Eponine imagined the scene. In her view, the genders were really in the wrong places. But she realised that she was glad it wasn't Felicity getting married. "But a nice one, I am sure. I am pleased for Mr. Albert."

She beckoned Felicity closer, going back into her room.

"I was afraid Eva's house would be looted." She gestured to the boxes and sitcases and binbags piled up all over the place. "But it's empty now. Just the furniture, but I can 't move it. I just had to use this time. The Peacekeepers put a needle in to make me sleep too often. But I had to do it."

She turned back to Felicity, with an almost pleading expression on her face. "I should have gone. D'you think they'll be cross? Nobody, besides you, p'raps, would want me there anyway."

"You were afraid it would be looted so you've looted it yourself." Fee couldn't even pretend she wasn't cross. She thought Eponine was a fool still, for all the rotten things Eva had done, the girl still adored that woman. It was utterly baffling. "Everyone who was anyone was at the party. You could've at least made an appearance. Now all of the reporters will speculate about your absence. It did not go unnoticed."

"They shall just say I am in an alley with some man, or asleep under a bin or something." Eponine waved her hand dismissively . "And I don't care." Let them say what they wanted. It was best not to worry and face it later. "We know I were doing nothing of the sort. Felicity, you must stop worrying. I am sorry only for Mr. Albert . He is a nice old man."

She looked proudly at the boxes piled up. "I cannot loot from myself, can I? Eva gave me her house and her name. Eponine Salazar now. I told you she loved me."

Eponine was such a fool. Felicity wanted to slap her, shake her, wake her up from her silly daze. Eva was incapable of love, that much was for certain, and whatever that woman had felt for Eponine was false and hollow. She deserved better than that. She might not be perfect, but she didn't deserve to be made such a fool.

"You're proud of that mess, are you?" The disappointment was palpable in her voice.

"Proud? No." Yes. Maybe. "She is a traitor. But she loved me - the only person to ever tell me she loves me and holds me and saves my life again and again. She loved me. And it makes me so happy that she did. It is such a nice thing to have a person who always wants you, no matter what."

"Yes," Felicity said, voice growing a chill. "That must be very nice."

Even Fee had never had that, someone to love her in spite of everything, no matter how wicked she acted, no matter how reckless or headstrong or cruel. Not even Pippa loved her like that. And her parents certainly didn't. No one did. And for that, she could feel the jealousy rising up in her chest again.

"You certainly are one to be envied, Eponine."

"Are you making fun of me?" Eponine dropped her gaze again. She hated it when Felicity did this, put on that awful, lording tone and made fun of her. She hated it, because it made her remember how small and mean and how much of a beggar she actually is.

"There's no need for that. Shouldn't you be happy? I should love you to have it."

"If wishes were horses." The blonde crossed her arms and turned her back on her friend, loathe to let anyone see the raw emotion in her eyes. Eponine might understand parts of her, but that distance still existed between them. Felicity might've been wealthy and well fed, but she was never loved, not really. And what good was a full belly if her heart was torn apart and tramped on?

"You should have come to the wedding. I am cross that you didn't."

"Oh, come." Eponine looked ruefully at Felicity. "Don't be like that. It is done now." Eponine didn't understand Felicity, not always, and she wishes she could. Eponine is open, chattering constantly about her life and her feelings and just about anything that pops into her head. But Felicity? She says nothing.

Eponine sidled back to her friend, deliberately turning her back on Eva's things. She reached for Felicity's hand. "Did I miss the dance? We can dance now, if you like? We can pretend the wedding is here, can't we?"

Felicity stayed stone faced, back to Eponine for a moment before allowing herself to give in and turn to her. Cool blue eyes searched for some sort of accord between them, something to cling to as an understanding. Sometimes she thought she could open up to Eponine. Other times, it felt like they were too far apart, like she could never know Eponine at all.

"You would dance with me here? But there isn't music." A rotten excuse, more meant to draw the other girl out.

Sometimes Eponine thought Felicity was still doing it deliberately, that she was still lording it over Eponine and purposely belittling her. And that annoyed Eponine, though she didn't know what to do about it. Was it Eponine's fault that for once in her life, something had gone well? Was it her fault that Felicity didn't have that? Eponine didn't even KNOW that Fee had been neglected so - any of it. How could she know?

"What? You wish me to sing as well?" Eponine snapped, getting fed up of Felicity. She was negative about Eva, negative about the wedding, and now re-buffing Eponine's attempts to fix it. "I am sure I should only give you ear ache. My Pa said I sound like a cat being strangled."

She did not take well to being snapped at, and she countered with a steely gaze, lips curved downward in a scowl. "You listen to that man? Your father was a brute. You cannot truly believe any of the wicked lies he told you. If you want to sing, you should sing."

"He were." Eponine said thoughtfully. "Horrid, he were. But I think that that might be true . 'Parnasse said it also. He had me sing just so he could laugh and tell me how unlady-like I am. Would you really want me to sing. I only know the music hall ones, and from here."

She had no idea why she was still so eager to please Fee, even when Fee was at her most contrary.

"Your father and all of those men were bastards." Felicity was staring Eponine square in the eyes again, reaching out to put her hands on both of the girl's shoulders. "And nothing should please me more than to hear you sing, right here and now."

"Well... If you so like it." She thought for a minute. She wanted a pretty song, not a rude one. Eventually, she plumped for that old one that she used to sing to herself in Paris. Funnily enough, Eva was about the only person to ever have heard it.

She turned away from Felicity, so she couldn 't see the nerves in Eponine's eyes and began to sing.

"On my own, pretending he's beside me..."

Her voice was sweet at times; melody breaking through the grating, rough tone. But she cracked on the higher notes. By the time she was done , her face was beet.
"La! You are happy, Miss?" She turned back to Fee, feigning indifference, standing awkwardly.

Felicity didn't recognize the tune, but the sentiments of the song were unmistakable. It almost sent a shiver down her spine, not only because she understood and connected with the lyrics, but because this instance served as a subtle reminder of her own experience with having read the book. Every so often she was reminded that she knew aspects of Enjolras and Eponine and the others better than she ever cared too. Then again, they always seemed to surprise her in moments like this one, providing such depth, the likes of which she'd never gleaned from the novel.

"That was beautiful." Fee said, swallowing hard. Eponine wasn't like Ann, destined for a life as a singer and actress, but the emotions, the raw intensity, all of it spoke to an underlying empathy that Fee could never herself tap into. She realized that and was jealous of that ability in others. "Where did you hear that song?"

"Yeah? It is one I sang myself in Paris, you know? Sometimes when I had nowhere to go and my feet were burning from the cold and I knew I would spend the night soaked by rain, then I would sing it and pretend to have a man who loved me. I used to sing of Marius, but he would never have me." She wrapped her hands about her as she spoke, smiling a queer smile. "I can see it now. Even from the start, he thought me disgusting and peculiar, but he were kind. But of course, there is the beautiful Cosette and a street rat like me cannot compete with his angel. That is my song."

She smiled sadly again. "Now, Miss, I am sad thanks to you. I am not a person to be loved but I don't like to think on it. How shall you fix that one ?"

"You mustn't call me Miss," Felicity said sharply, without really considering it. She was still lost in the moment, dazzled by the song and the story, the mental image of poor, soppy Eponine wandering the streets of Paris at night. She thought back to the poor women of London, sixty-some years removed from Eponine's plight, but who were no better off at all, or perhaps even worse. Used. Broken. Forgotten. Felicity, the highborn lady, future woman of the world, she was meant for some better life than that. But how cruel it seemed, to grab at it with both hands when there were so many suffering, while Eponine seemed to suffer from it still. "You must call me Felicity. We are friends, aren't we? You must address me as your equal, because you are my equal, Eponine. You are just the same as I am, we are made of the same stuff, you and I. Those people who forgot and neglected you were wrong, and they will be sorry for it someday. Until then, you must believe that you are worthy. Please believe that you are."

"I know." Well, she sort of did. Here, yes, equals. But she still believed that when they went home, Felicity in her fine carriage and her expensive dress, would even remember Eponine, let alone give her a coin. She didn't vocalise those thoughts.

"Here, yes , we are equals. But in Paris, everyone is sir or miss, even the men with the gang, except French words. It is a bad habit now, to slip when I am thinking of Paris, Felicity. But la! If I were in Paris, you shouldn't even see me or know my name. I am just a cretin to you. In Paris. It is hard to think, isn't it? Here, the equal to ladies, and ladies equal to men, and at home, you must bow to the gentlemen and I am equal to the scum in the gutter again. That will be hard."

Could she say it? Could she be cruel to Eponine and shake her into her senses and tell her truthfully that her Paris was gone, that there would never be a happier end for her than the ending she found in Panem? No, no. Felicity could be cold, but she could not break Eponine and see her cry. To shatter her would be a knife in her own heart.

"You mustn't think of that now. Paris is a million miles away from here. Think of here. You will still be here tomorrow, and the tomorrow after that."

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Party girls don't get hurt

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Because I am original in song choice

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omg i just realized i lost this tag i'm so sorry!

Worst rp'r ever!!!

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