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Odette

"You little bastard!" Inspecteur Javert yelled.

"Hehe, getting to old for chasing me around, are you?" Odette called. Javert was furious.

"I'm not old, just-"

"I mean you couldn't even catch Valjean! And he was an old guy just like you!" Odette teased. Javert grew angrier.

"That's because-"

"Excuses, excuses! If you're so amazing, climb on up and arrest me!" At this point, Odette was on top of a wooden overhang.

Javert snarled. "You should be more careful when taunting men of the law, you know," he said.

"Oh yeah? And why's that?"

"We put a man in prison for nineteen years because he stole a loaf of bread, which, is by far much less than you have stolen."

Odette nodded slowly. "Hmm... Yes, Jean Valjean. Well, he got caught. I won't."

Javert sighed. Odette smirked. "You're going to have to come down at some point," Javert said.

"Nope. I'll stay up here all week if I have to."

"Won't your parents care you're gone?"

"No."

"Really? Why?" Javert pried.

"If you must know, my father is unknown to me, and my mother is a whore."

"I should've guessed." Javert nodded. "They're just crawling all over the country these days," he mumbled.

"Monsieur Javert!" An old woman cried. Javert turned towards her.

"Yes?" Javert asked. As the woman and Javert talked, Odette snuck down from the wooden overhang. She ran in the opposite direction as Javert was facing.

She stopped once she met the barricade made by Les Amis. A bunch of bodies lied on the ground. Odette looked around. No one was in sight. The young thief began stealing stuff from the dead boys; a shirt and vest (which she changed into), a pocket watch, a small gun, and two almost full bottles of alcohol. Extremely thirsty, Odette sipped from one of the bottles. It was whiskey. Odette continued to gulp down the drink. Probably not the best idea on her part, but it was a long time since she had anything to drink. She began to drink from the second bottle.

"Uh... Hello?" Éponine said. She and Marius had came to see the barricade. Odette froze.

"Who are you? And why are you here?" Marius interrogated Odette. Slowly, Odette put down the newly empty bottle. She picked up the gun and pointed it at the two.

"D-don't tell th-them I'm-" A hiccup. "Here. Or I'll shoot you," Odette threatened.

"I've already been shot once, not really something I want to happen again." Éponine smiled.

"Put down the gun," Marius said softly. Odette did. "Good. Now I know Enjolras wouldn't be happy you stole his gun. Or Grantaire about his shirt and vest. Oh and especially that you drank from his bottles, too."

Odette looked down. Then she looked up again. "I knew-" Hiccup. "A Grantaire. Yeah. He was a real turtle dove."

Marius turned to Éponine. "Turtle dove?"

"She's a bit drunk it seems." Éponine pointed to the empty bottles.

"Oh, yes." Marius nodded. "What happened to him?"

"I don't know, man." Odette stood up. "I'm just gonna go now." She tried to walk, but was too wobbly. She nearly fell over.

"Do... do you want food?" Marius asked the thief.

"Hell yes," Odette answered.

"Well I can get you some," Marius offered.

"Please do," Odette begged.

"Alright, come with us."