That was actually a good idea. They'd think that they were out drinking it up and had gotten carried away with it or something. That would eliminate the worry over foggy memories. No one would even think twice about what they had been up to while all of this was going on. He hiked up another bottle and handed it over to her, then he turned back and started to pour more of the alcohol across the floor.
Sam moved quickly. Alcohol drenched the most important corners of the bar, soaking up the walls and floors and even the bodies of those that had been slaughtered. Sam made sure to cover the back room before he moved back over to Ruby's side and looked down at the people that had been unfortunate enough to visit the bar tonight.
"Take her," Sam advised, leaning down to shoulder up the man that he had taken out. He was smaller than Sam was. Then again, most people were. Arm around the guys shoulders, Sam started for the door. "We'll take them downtown. It's not far, but it'll be far enough to keep them from being tracked to this place."