Eponine did not return until the next day. Fear had driven her to stay out for the night. The streets were better even than her father's wrath. When she did finally enter, the men were getting ready for another day. No doubt preparing to pick up quite a few things from the students who would be killed in the battle to come. She slunk upstairs as best she could, heading into Montparnasse's room instead of her own. Unlike she usually did, she made her presence known. However, Montparnasse was too absorbed in his own problems to care much about Eponine. As well, anger from the day before still hung over them, creating a very awkward space between them. Eponine sat down boldly on Montparnasse's bed, who still did not acknowledge his friend being in his room.
"What're you doin', 'Parnasse?"
"What does it look like?" Montparnasse was clearly in no mood to deal with Eponine's antics. Eponine scowled, but responded, unmoved.
"Like yer gettin' ready to do what ye do best."
"Clever you." Slipping on his gloves, Montparnasse rummaged around for his knife. Once found, he examined the blade; he most likely would not need it, but he preferred having it with him. Satisfied, he slipped it into the inner pocket of his jacket.
"Please, don't do this 'Parnasse."
"You're getting in the way, 'Ponine." Montparnasse spoke in a threatening tone, beginning to grow irritated with Eponine.
"You're gettin' in the way. I jus' wanna love Marius, and ye can't even let me do that." Eponine got up from the bed, temper rising. She approached Montparnasse so that they were face to face. "Why d'ya have t' bother with everythin'? Why can't you jus' let me live my own life? Vous êtes dans le chemin, 'Parnasse, you're in the way."
Eponine's voice lowered to a throaty growl as she spoke to Montparnasse, growing more and more annoyed with him. Before she could move, Montparnasse suddenly grasped the back of her head with his palm, pulling her closer in. Their lips met violently; Montparnasse opened Eponine's mouth with his own. Eponine tasted the lingering acrid flavor of liquor on Montparnasse's tongue. She was powerless against him, who continued his fierce act until it hurt Eponine. Montparnasse suddenly broke away savagely, leaving Eponine close to tears.
"Now I'm really in the way, aren't I?" he snarled, his voice hoarse and furious. He stormed out of the room. Eponine stood frozen, unable to comprehend what had happened. Slowly, she crumbled down and sobbed. Harsh, heaving sobs, letting every one of her emotions spill out onto the floor below her.