Zack stood up slowly and took a couple of steps away from his favorite corner booth. He proceeded to swat some of the dust from his jacket while looking around at the mess Achille had just made of the bar counter and immediate surroundings, including Sean.
He proceeded towards the mess while Achille pulled Sean to his feet, only when he got closer did he smell the rum. "Sean, are you alright there Lad?" he asked. Sean seemed to be fine, just a bit shaken. "Bloody Hell Achille!" he stated not taking his eyes off the mess that was a sealed rum barrel only seconds ago, "It just had to be the rum, didn't it? I mean, it could've been that junk you Gauls call wine, but no, it just had to be the damned rum, didn't it?" he asked rhetorically. "I seriously hope you can dig up a new barrel somewhere quickly or I'm gonna be grumpy as Hell" Shoving his hands into his jacket pockets he started off towards the exit "I'm off to bed, I'm too old for this crap" he walked off shaking his head and with an amuzed grin on his face. "What a bunch of nut jobs" he thought to himself with a chuckle.
