Wesley, who was thoroughly drunk at this time, stood up from the bar, staggered over to the Outcast with a beer bottle held by the neck in his hand, and smashed it over the head of the Outcast. He crumpled to the ground.
"Outcast shcum" Wesley slurred, then he dragged him to a Hawk and set it on autopilot to Vogtland. "Let the Hessians deal with 'im."