The Corinth is still quite shabby from its little tangle with the Republic. Hucheloup hasn't the money to fix it properly, and at this rate she can't make it. Fricassee is sadder than ever, and Chowder, if it is possible, is uglier. The former happens to be sleeping on the bar when the young men enter, and wakes up to give Mathieu a lugubrious look before serving him a glass of the same wine as always. Mathieu quaffs the wine in a gulp - he should have expected such.
Coins clatter on the counter.
Refill, please, mam'selle. Enjolras enters, but gives Grantaire a slight warning look. It's a familiar face. This should be interesting. Grantaire looks innocent, and follows him in, letting the door bang shut.