Surely the workingman couldn't get along without his wine.

Papa Noah must have planted his grapevine for the benefit of zinc-workers, tailors and blacksmiths.

It brightened you up and refreshed you after a hard day's work.
Coupeau was in a high mood.

He proclaimed that all the ladies present were very cute, and jingled the three sous in his pocket as if they had been five-franc pieces.
Even Goujet, who was ordinarily very sober, had taken plenty of wine.
Boche's eyes were narrowing, those of Lorilleux were paling, and Poisson was developing expressions of stern severity on his soldierly face.
All the men were as drunk as lords and the ladies had reached a certain point also, feeling so warm that they had to loosen their clothes.

Only Clemence carried this a bit too far.
Suddenly Gervaise recollected the six sealed bottles of wine.