Enjolras was on a crusade against the evils of absinthe. He refused the drink itself; indeed her refused most and took great care never to get drunk. He had gone so far as to ban it from the backroom where their meetings were held, although it was true that it cost him slightly, reimbursing Louison for what the Winecask would have bought had he been able to imbibe. Not like Grantaire actually paid the tab he wracked up anyway.
He had thought about it. And he, although he was loath to admit the fact to himself, had allowed it to bother him. Now, there was one more action left to take, one more thing to do to help in his campaign against that green poison.
Petit
golden Enjy
Hopping
through the Musain
Picking
up the Drunkards
And
bopping them on the head!
He had believed himself to win…but then!
Down
came the Green Fairie…and she said…
"Petit
golden Enjy,
I don't
want to see you
Picking
up the Drunkards
And
bopping them on the head!"
"I'll
give you one more chance…
Then
I'm turning you into a bottle of absinthe!"
Enjolras, however, had shaken his head and rubbed his eyes. The green fairie was merely a figment of the Winecask's imagination. He knew this for a fact. He strengthened his resolve to try again the next night, continuing his battle.
Petit
golden Enjy
Hopping
through the Musain
Picking
up the Drunkards
And
bopping them on the head!
Again he grasped at victory. Absinthe…it had other plans.
Down
came the Green Fairie…and she said…
"Petit
golden Enjy,
I don't
want to see you
Picking
up the Drunkards
And
bopping them on the head!"
Poof!
Grantaire was surprised to see a bottle of absinthe on the table the next day, but, being Grantaire, drank it without a second thought.