He'd managed to sneak away from the bar and Bone Village by the simple expedient of waiting until Vincent was gone and running like hell on Colt.
He had no idea where he was, and hoped that meant Vince would take his own sweet time finding him. At least until he cooled down a bit from the laundry incident.
Casting a few furtive looks around he walked over to the counter, a strained smile on his face. Vince was gonna *kill* him.