The ABC friends were still celebrating.
The entire atmosphere of Musain cafe was full with happiness, and also with alcohol and cigarettes smell.
Grantaire sang an awful song about drinking and fuddling, obviously really, really drunk. He was lying on the floor next to Joly and Bossuet.
Bahorel and Feully were laughing about actually nothing, playing a banjo and an accordion they found on the floor, they were putting rhythm to the song Grantaire invented.
Combeferre was hugging a pail full with a mixture of beer, rum, whiskey and substances he found at the bar. From time to time, he kissed it and told to it: "I will never let you go".
Prouvaire was turning, again and again dancing with Theresa, one of the waitresses of the Musain who got drunk too because all les Amis insisted on a drink, and then other, and one more. Theresa didn't have any idea of who she was dancing with, her platonic eternal love. Prouvaire kissed her lips in a passionate moment. And he realized that he was with the girl of his dreams the beautiful and attractive Theresa. Suddenly they disappear to a corner of the cafe where they could not be seen, all can suppose for what kind of action.
Courfeyrac was trying to flirt Melisse, who was Theresa's little sister. He only messed up the things with her, because he actually didn't know how to speak to a girl. Melisse the only one who was sober at that room beside Gavroche, found it really tender, so she kissed his cheek. Courfeyrac got really excited "Be my wife" he said, trying to kiss her lips, but she didn't allowed it, so she laughed and she went away. Courfeyrac felt to the floor and felt asleep at the moment he touched the floor.
Gavroche was just watching and laughing about everything his friends were doing. Les Amis were drunk and young and even a little immature, but they were good big brothers, so even when they were extremely drunk they didn't allow Gavroche drink an alcoholic drink as he was very young. Although, he actually didn't mind about getting drunk, because he was really happy the way he was. "Alcohol it's only for oldies like my friends…" he teased. Azelma was by his side barely thinking about her sister and looking at Bahorel who started to provoke her something special, and immediately she discovered that it was love, when he stared at her… she could hardly breath, she trembled and she started to feel lost but at the same time found, Bahorel turn his sight to her and he smiled at her feeling strange, Azelma blushed her cheeks and hid her face on Gavroche who ignored it.
Kisses and drinks, drinks and kisses all over the place after all… they didn't know when it would be the last time together as the family they were.
A brotherhood like Les Amis one, was hard to find in another place.
"Little Gavroche… come here. Help me to stand, brother…" Grantaire said to the little boy.
Azelma quit her face of the little boy so the good Gavroche helped his friend. Grantaire hugged him.
Marius arrived at the Musain a little late for his friend's birthday celebration. He was surprised because he did not see Enjolras at the Musain. He got worried about his friend and immediately he thought about Éponine. But no… they weren't together; he had a hunch that told him that. Why? He perfectly knew his old friend 'Ponine, and when she was angry, she didn't appear for a while, even if she wished to, she was a little stubborn when somebody hurt her, because, even if he wished it wasn't true, Enjolras hurt her. It was really clear that Éponine wasn't going to forgive Enjolras for a while, although she loved him with all her soul. 'Ponine wasn't that easy to please. Is not that she was whimsical but she had proud too.
He got worried about Enjolras. He really wished that Enjolras would not do something silly so, he went looking for his friend at his house. He knocked the door many times.
"Enjolras! Enjolras! Open the door!" he screamed.
"Go away Marius! I know it is you but don't insist me! Just go away! I want to be alone!" Enjolras screamed from the other side of the door.
"Nobody wants to be alone… Come with your friends… please… stop hurting yourself and stop hiding what you feel" Marius insisted.
With no awareness, Enjolras opened the door. He found Marius. He could not bear the pain, and he embraced his friend, crying for his beloved.
Marius couldn't believe that Enjolras was crying, in spite of everything, he wasn't "The Marble Statue" anymore.
"Let's go… you need your friends with you and Joly would never forgive you if you won't come"
Enjolras tried to calm down, he caught a breath and he followed his best friend at the Musain. The first thing he did arriving at the Musain was take a bottle of liquor and he got drunk with only one thought: Éponine Thénardier. He had never been drunk before, that was the first time he did that. He didn't had enough of drinking, so he kept on drinking until he felt on the floor and fell asleep on it.
Obviously, the next day he woke up with an awful hangover, but he didn't care about it. He could only remember Éponine running away from him in the rain. The guilty feeling came again so he thought he deserved that horrible hangover.
The following days he wondered if he actually saw Éponine that rainy day or it was a just a hallucination. He thought he was going insane, crazy, being without her caused that feeling of craziness. What he didn't know was, that actually he saw the real Éponine who was heartbroken because of his fault, who was crying because she thought that Enjolras didn't love her the same way as she loved him, and she ran away because she didn't wanted to feel more humiliated.
He couldn't sleep thinking about her, he was afraid that something bad could happen to her. He was totally tormented.
