"How fortunate for you" sliding his pistole back into its holster beneath his jacket, Ethan hoisted Vincent up. "I've a job for you, garyon" turning and facing the Wall, "I want this thing cleaned up. All the vomit and piss cleaned off, but if even one post it or comment is gone when you are done....well let's just say it will be messy for you." Handing the other man a blood soaked wash cloth and a bottle labelled Everclear, Ethan wandered over to the bar.
"O'Reilly! Some wine and cheese please, monsieur."