Grantaire watched him go, his face hardening into a scowl as he did. He may as well, what was the point in trying to change things? He thought things had, back at the barricade, but clearly not. Enjolras saw the same Grantaire he had always seen.
He turned to George. "Make it strong, if you don't mind."
George raised an eyebrow, his eyes flicking to the door for a second. "Yes, I imagine you need it."
Grantaire settled in at the bar, hoping that soon he would be drunk enough not to care all that much anymore.