The floor behind the bar was already drenched in booze. Sam set a few bottles onto the bartop, momentarily double checking to make sure he had his lighter on him. Lighters always came in handy. Whether one was salting and burning a corpse, making a homemade flamethrower, or using it as a small light when things got dark and scary, it was something that was good to have on hand at all times.
It was there. Now he needed to pour some of this stuff out further. They didn't want to risk having one part catch fire, only to have someone be alerted about it. The firemen would show up and douse the flames before they even got half the work done. It was better to do it all at once. That way they'd be good and finished with it no matter when those people who chose to treat the situation came along. Everyone and everything would be destroyed. Then all of this could be passed off as an accident, if need be.
"Yeah." Sam moved out onto the floor and took another drink for himself before he handed her the bottle. He looked off at the bodies sprawled out. The humans were done. Taken care of. They'd need to lug them out and toss them somewhere before putting the place up. "They're all clean?" He asked, gesturing to the two. "No memory?"