Enjorlas didn't drink a lot. He sometimes had an occasional glass of wine, but that was it. He was sitting at a table looking at a map, and planning his revolution. He was getting irritated by the noise made by Grantaire. He was singing in a slurry voice. As usual, he was drunk. Grantaire never had a night when he wasn't drunk. Enjorlas usually coped with all the noise he was making, but tonight, he had had enough.
"For goodness sake, shut up Grantaire!" Enjorlas yelled angrily. The whole room went silent.
"Oh come on Enjorlas, join in with the fun!" Grantaire replied. The other men agreed with him. Enjorlas hardly ever had fun. He was always busy making plans for his revolution. His heart was with France.
"Come and sit with us Enjie! Have a glass of wine!" Courfeyrac called. The others joined in with him. Enjorlas didn't like being called Enjie. He always got annoyed when people called him that.
"If it shuts you lot up, then ok," Enjorlas said in an annoyed voice. He joined Grantaire, Courfeyrac, Combeferre, Joly, and the others at the table at the far end of the room. Grantaire poured him a glass of red wine.
"Here you go! It'll make you feel better!" Grantaire said happily, while offering Enjorlas the glass. Enjorlas sipped the red wine.
"Go on, down it!" Grantiare yelled. Enjorlas downed the wine until the glass was empty. Courfeyrac poured him another glass.
"No, I don't want another thank you." Enjorlas said, pushing away the glass.
"Go on, only one more!" Grantaire said, pushing the glass back towards him.
"Fine." Enjorlas said. Again, he downed the glass. Enjorlas felt dizzy. His head felt heavy. Everyone was persuading him to have another glass. Enjorlas ended up having five glasses of wine . Now he was drunk. After he drained his sixth cup of red wine, Eponine walked in. Enjorlas stared at her, then walked over to her. He nearly fell over. Eponine could tell that he was drunk.
"Hello Eponine!" Enjorlas slurred.
"Hello monsieur," Eponine replied.
Just at that moment, Eponine felt Enjorlas' lips touch hers. She could taste his breath which smelled of alcohol. She pulled away quickly.
"What are you doing?!" Eponine asked, very confused. All the men in the room were laughing, especially Grantaire.
"Ok, ok!" he shouted "Come on, give me a hug. No hard feelings?" Eponine stepped back. Why is Enjorlas drunk. He's never been drunk. Eponine thought. Without looking back, she left the Café. In a hurry, she walked back to her family's apartment.