Some splashing is heard and the sound of the garbage chute being opened and closed.
Wearing just his pants, soaked and filthy, but better smelling before his involuntarily shower, Samy stepped back into the bar area. He signed for the waitress and lit a half soggy cigarette. After attempting to light it he looked to Vincent, raising his eyebrow.
"Je could use one of those."
He took up a seat overlooking the bunch of death dealers and sat back, waiting for the waitress and Vincent's response.