In the morning he would complain that his legs bent like pieces of thread, and would call himself a great fool to guzzle to such an extent, as it broke one's constitution.

Then, too, there were a lot of lazy bums who wouldn't let you go and you'd get to drinking more in spite of yourself.

No, no, no more for him.
After lunch he would always begin to perk up and deny that he had been really drunk the night before.

Maybe just a bit lit up.

He was rock solid and able to drink anything he wanted without even blinking an eye.
When he had thoroughly badgered the workwomen, Gervaise would give him twenty sous to clear out.