To Be Free

Combeferre stumbled over to Grantaire’s table, grinning and looking ridiculous. It was his first time really drinking, and, needless to say, the med student couldn’t hold his liquor well at all. He dropped himself unceremoniously into a chair and giggled like he was insane, then poked Grantaire. “‘taire, I think ‘m drunk.” He slurred his words and couldn’t focus his eyes.