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okay, so this is kind of a "teaser" but really more of an experimental bit of a chapter for a new les amis de l'abc book I might be writing?

if you saw the last announcement I made you probably already know what's going on here, but if not:

so yeah @AhtibatCodnob1314 and @---Madness--- this is for you guys

here's a little bit of my draft for the first chapter???? we'll see how this goes

so, without further ado, welcome to At The End Of The Day, season one episode one: Pilot

p.s. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE comment some feedback! that's kinda the whole point of me posting a teaser

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Cafe Musain is an interesting place full of interesting people.

The cafe itself is a small building on the corner of one bustling city street and another in fast-paced New York City. It wasn't very "popular", per se, so it was never very crowded. If you did happen to stumble upon this hole-in-the-wall coffee shop, you would be greeted with a large marble counter and more often than not a friendly barista, depending on whose shift it was. The counter was open on the left side, but on the right, there were three barstools accompanying it. Behind the barstools were various comfy couches, beanbags, armchairs, and high-top tables. The walls were covered in windows(as well as art and photography done by local artists), so the space was very bright and well-lit, most likely to provide a sunny atmosphere and to accommodate for the many plants' needs, which were placed on just about any flat surface that could hold them and hanging from the ceiling in macrame holders.

It is the perfect place to have a nice cup of coffee and a hot scone, or maybe secretly plan to overthrow the government and Eat The Rich.

Our story is about the latter. Nobody would want to read about the former.

The Cafe Musain was home to a young political activist group known as Les Amis de l'ABC.

This group was founded in part by Enjolras. Let us say this much: Enjolras was a huge twink. He was taller than most but shorter than a few. He sported curly blonde hair which fell right at his sharp jawline. His skin was porcelain and features dainty. He had a reputation for being impulsive in the heat of the moment. He was determined and charming but had a fury in his heart that burned with the intensity of a thousand suns and couldn't be extinguished like using a flint and steel on nether rack in Minecraft.

By Enjolras's side was Combeferre. His skin was a deep brown color, and he wore his short, curly black hair in a crew cut. Combeferre liked moths and big, fancy medical terms. He was the most level-headed and logical of the group and always kept Enjolras from making rash, dangerous decisions.

Courfeyrac was the one who kept things light-hearted when it got too heavy, a very important role in any friend group. He was known for being flirty, a ray of sunshine, and a coffee junkie. His skin was light brown and his brown hair was short and curly. Together, he, Enjolras, and Combeferre were a tight-knit group of best friends. They were the three founders of Les Amis de l'ABC.

Jehan Prouvaire was Courfeyrac's significant other and the group's resident earthy vegan. They wore their long red hair in a braid almost every day to the point where all of Les Amis were almost positive that their hair had permanent indentations in it. They were very spiritual and tended to attempt to summon demons in their friends' apartments, which according to the others was "very distracting, Jehan."(quoted from Enjolras) and "extremely disruptive, Prouvaire, it's three in the morning, please let me sleep."(quoted from Combeferre)

Feuilly was the group's working man and Enjolras showed blatant, unabashed favoritism towards him. Feuilly was Enjolras's most texted contact after Combeferre, Courfeyrac coming in a close third.

Bahorel was Feuilly's loving boyfriend. He was a jacked boxer who was actually maybe the sweetest person you'd ever meet. He owned a massive collection of weights which were constant victims of relentless teasing from literally every single one of Les Amis. His long, curly brown hair which matched his brown beard paired with his flannel shirts made him constantly look like a ripped lumberjack.

Joly was a happy hypochondriac. He was a studying medical student with mild cerebral palsy affecting his left leg, making him use a forearm crutch; a frequent visitor of WebMD, and a terrible liar. He had joined Les Amis de l'ABC - where he met his current significant others - because he was Asian, LGBT+, and crippled, making him the target of an overwhelming amount of discrimination.

Bousset was one of these significant others. He was a bald, black man with incredulously rotten luck. Once he'd given a stranger who'd lost her train ticket his own, only to realize ten minutes later, after the train left, that he had no way of getting home.

Musichetta was the third member of Joly and Bousset's polyamorous relationship. She had mid-length, curly reverse-ombre hair and wore clothes as loud as her personality. She was known for punching out catcallers on the street and being an overall legend. She basically kept the two boys in line and made sure neither of them died, and honestly, if she wasn't there, they would have by now.

Eponine was another one of the queens of Les Amis de l'ABC. She'd been apart of the group as long as any of them could remember, and her little brother, Gravroche, often tagged along. She'd moved to the city to escape the clutches of her toxic parents and joined the activist group to make sure no other children got abused as her and her brother did.

Then there was the awkward and melodramatic Marius. Nobody really liked Marius, aside from Courfeyrac, his best friend and roommate; Eponine, who had an unrequited crush on him a year back, but realized her worth within a month and moved on; and Cosette, his girlfriend.

Cosette was a blonde young woman who often wore dresses. She was soft but strong and cared deeply for everyone and everything. Enjolras was her half-brother on her father's side, but since her father left her before she was born, they had never really been close until she started dating Marius and joined Les Amis.

And of course, what is a group of friends without the emo one? Grantaire was the group's favorite drunken cynic. He had absolutely no idea how to care for himself but cared more for his friends' well-being than his own. He was fluent in Spanish and he and Eponine often had conversations entirely in her native language. Grantaire wasn't completely "devoted" to this whole revolutionary cause. He and Enjolras fought over this matter quite a bit, but it normally never resorted to violence.

Normally.

On this particular morning, a coffee mug that had the words "World's Best Revolutionary Leader" printed on the front in big block letters - which were Enjolras's favorite; he said they were precise, eye-catching, and got straight to the point - barely missed Grantaire's head and shattered against the wall behind him. Eponine looked up from where she was sitting on Grantaire's kitchen counter with Jehan and whistled. "Someone's in trouble."

Grantaire gazed down at the ceramic shards littering his kitchen floor before looking back up at the blond man standing in his kitchenette doorway. "Did you take that coffee mug all the way from your apartment just to throw it at me?"

"Where were you last night?"

Grantaire ignored his question, as he often did when he didn't know how to respond to things. "You really could've just thrown one of my mugs, I'm sure it would've been more rewarding to know that you'd broken something of mine, and you wouldn't have had to waste one of your perfectly good mugs."

"Do you even own a mug?"

Grantaire looked down at the small bowl he was drinking coffee out of and shrugged. "Maybe one day."

Enjolras cocked an eyebrow and continued pestering Grantaire on the aforementioned topic. "Last night's meeting. You didn't show up."

"Is it a crime if I don't show up for one meeting?" 

"You've missed eight."

"Well-"

"This month."

"Okay, fine, but-"

"I'm not the only one who's angry, too." Enjolras pointed an accusing finger in his direction which Grantaire just stared at in amusement. "Courfeyrac has saved you a seat every meeting, but you never turn up!"

Jehan gasped softly and turned to Eponine. "Aw, he's so sweet."

"I'll show up tonight," Grantaire compromised.

"Our next meeting is on Wednesday!" Eponine stifled a laugh. "You don't even know our meetings schedule?"

Grantaire corrected, "Wednesday. I'll be there."

Enjolras turned to Eponine, making her jump a little. "You'll make him go?"

Eponine nodded quickly. "Oh, yeah, of course."

She most definitely would not.

Enjolras bit his lip, unsure, but nodded. "Alright. Wednesday." Grantaire put his hands up in surrender and nodded. The blond man headed for the door, casting one last sidelong glance at Grantaire before forcefully, as he did everything, shutting the door behind him.

Jehan looked over at Grantaire. "So you're finally coming to one of our meetings?"

Grantaire looked up at the younger man and shook his head with a devilish smirk before taking another long sip from his coffee bowl.

[cue themesong or whatever]

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so yeah there's that