Brun smirks as he watches Amelie walk back into the room, obviously gone through a rough time. He wipes up the rest of the wine, throws the rags in the disposal, and walks up to the bar.
"Bonjour, give me a glass of your finest wine. I need it right now..."
"Er...how old are you monsieur?"
"I'm 21, now get me that wine!"
Brun takes a sip from the wine glass placed infront of him.
"Ah...merci mon ami...that's good wine."
A couple of glasses later, Brun passes out, face flat on the bar.