Ares shook his head at her and took the bottle for himself. "Why you had to choose MY general, I don't know- actually, I do know. You're a fucking bitch." He took the bottle and hurled it at the opposite wall, heading to get his clothes as it smashed. He was tired of this dump. "Lets burn this motherfucker to the ground. Come on!" He pulled on his jeans and shirt, and took the cop's hat off his own head and put it on hers. Then he grabbed one of those high proof bottles and found a rag to stuff down the neck. "I need a lighter. Who can one? Come on, who??" He looked around at the bodies on the floor, and bent to rummage in pockets until he came up with one. "Ah hah! Right!"