Flower Boy fights her first. He's not great, so Éponine doesn't fight that hard. She doesn't even break a sweat. She tells him, "Nice tat," when his shirt rides up to expose a belladonna tattoo. The fight lasts about 2 minutes. Another boy wearing a shirt with the polish eagle on it fights her next. He is easily beaten with a hard elbow to the face and a punch to the balls. Bahorel enters the ring next.
"You just hit my boyfriend. Can't let you get away with that, can I?" he jokes.
"He started it," Éponine replies. Bahorel steps into the ring, a smile on his face, and he brings his hands up to classic boxing position. Éponine smirks and raises hers in the same manner. He strikes first with a sidekick that she easily blocks. She twists his leg until he is forced to fall on to his back. He hops up again, and she attacks. A quick feint with her left fist towards his neck while a real punch towards his solar plexus, he blocks both. Her left hand is on the right, so she brings it back and drags her long nails across his face. Bahorel steps back, his hand on his bleeding face. She giggles cheekily and gives him a curtsy. He roundhouse kicks her in the side, and she stumbles. He punches the back of her knee, and she falls. She swings her leg around causing him to fall back on to his hand. He pushes off them and does a back flip away from her. She dances grapevine round him, and picks a bottle of wine from one of the boys watching. She downs most of it in one gulp. Setting it down, she lunges towards Bahorel. He rolls out of the way and grabs the wine bottle. He swings it, and she brings her arm up to protect her face. The glass shards imbed themselves in her arm, and she only has a moment to glare at him before he lunges at her with the broken bottle. She brushes away the bottle stub, and hits him in the solar plexus. He groans and falls back. Bile rises out of Bahorel's throat and falls to the floor. She knees him in the face, and he collapses with his back on the ground. She lightly puts her foot on his neck. Éponine looks towards the pack surrounding the ring, staring the blond Alpha in the eye. She vaults over the ropes, and walks toward the bar they have in the corner. She grabs a vodka bottle off the top shelf and retreats into the other room without a word. She doesn't allow herself to grimace until she reaches that room.