#dumb bets

“I think you’re going to be horribly sick and regret this, but whatever you say.” Combeferre shrugged. Grantaire cackled from where he was sat, opposite his friends. Courfeyrac and Bahorel sat in front of their respective gummy-bears, and Combeferre sighed.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Ready!” Courfeyrac grinned, flashing a grin at the camera.

~~::.::~~

“Do I want to know?” Enjolras asked as he walked into the kitchen to refill his coffee.

“Probably not.” Grantaire said.

“We have an hour and a half to eat these gummy-bears.” Courfeyrac said, chewing off the ear of his gummy-bear.

“We get €300 each if we do it.” Bahorel added. Enjolras raised an eyebrow and looked at Combeferre, still stood supervising. The bespectacled man just shook his head.

“Have fun with that then.” The blonde said in place of a farewell, as he left to return to his room.

“We will!” Courfeyrac called after him through a mouthful of the gummy-bear’s forehead.

~~::.::~~

Feuilly appeared about ten minutes in, standing beside Combeferre for a moment to watch as Courfeyrac and Bahorel gnawed through the faces of their gummy-bears. Grantaire sat opposite them, sipping casually from a beer.

“Think you’ll ever eat another gummy bear again?” He asked. Bahorel wrinkled his nose.

“Not for a long while.” He muttered.

“Still going strong.” Courfeyrac piped up, shaking his fist a little as if in victory. Bahorel retaliated by tearing a huge chunk out of the side of his gummy-bears face.

“You’ll get no sympathy from me later.” Feuilly warned.

“Why would I need your sympathy?” Bahorel asked, smirking a little. Feuilly just shook his head and walked off.

~~::.::~~

Half an hour in, and Courfeyrac was attempting to beg some of Grantaire’s beer off him.

“I want something to wash the taste away a little.” He complained.

“This is my beer, and you have water.”

“The water doesn’t help.” Courfeyrac pouted.

“I’d eat something else; just to get rid of the taste for a minute.” Bahorel muttered. “Can we do that?”

“I think no.” Grantaire said. “Combeferre?”

“Don’t drag me into this more than you already have.” Combeferre said, his voice taking on its I-am-200%-done-with-you-idiots-and-your-shit tone. “If you want to stop, then stop.”

“Never.” Courfeyrac hissed. Combeferre rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed again.

“Come on boys, eat up; you’ve only got another hour.” Grantaire grinned. Courfeyrac grimaced down at his gummy-bear, took a swig of water, and bit into the sweet again.

~~::.::~~

It took them fifty minutes to finally give up.

“You both owe me €200.” Grantaire smirked.

“Shut the hell up.” Bahorel growled, sprawled back in his chair, eyes screwed shut.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” Courfeyrac announced, before bolting for the bathroom. The sound of his retching set Bahorel off, who thundered upstairs to the second bathroom, almost knocking Bossuet down the stairs on his way.

“What got into him?” He asked, peering his head into the kitchen.

“The head of a giant gummy-bear.” Combeferre deadpanned. “I’m going to go and check on Courfeyrac.”

He paused outside the door until the sound of Courfeyrac being violently sick stopped, before carefully pushing it open. He wrinkled his nose at the smell, and looked to Courfeyrac, still knelt by the bowl.

“How much do you regret this now?” Combeferre asked him.

“Man, fuck off.” Courfeyrac groaned.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Combeferre muttered instead. “Maybe Jehan will have more sympathy for you.”

“Jehan’ll kick my ass.” Courfeyrac whined. Combeferre chuckled, tugging Courfeyrac up.

“Maybe. Now, come on.”

“Combeferre, I never want to eat a gummy-bear again.”