Who? Enjolras & Dan Foster Where? Bryn's Bar When? After their texts. What? Distractions and drinks. Open? Ask first
On some level, Enjolras felt a fool for feeling homesick. He knew that he couldn't be the only person on the station feeling that way, but since the clown fighting distraction was over and won, and the men from Derry were now young boys, Enjolras felt the weight of the revolution near crushing him.
He was homesick, he was calling it. In truth, he was grieving the death of nine of his dearest friends, which didn't include Eponine and Gavroche, although of course their deaths weighed on his mind greatly. They were his found family, and it was his fault. He had led them to their deaths, and he wasn't sure that he would ever be free of the guilt.
He didn't know what had become of Marius, and Grantaire... thinking of Grantaire made his heart ache with regret. Maybe he had survived, but if he had, he would have been dealing with the deaths just as Enjolras was, all on his own.
Enjolras was not really a drinking man, but even he would make exceptions in these sorts of circumstances. And some company would stop him from just drowning himself in a bottle. For some reason, having someone there drinking with him made it a sociable distraction from pain, and not an unhealthy coping mechanism. Plus, it didn't hurt that Dan was pretty. Pretty English boys were a certain weakness of his.