Considering Marie had grown up with her parents owning a restaurant, and she'd helped out with it as soon as she could toddle, she knew that it was never just 'retrieving' a drunk bitch from the bathroom. Likely it would be floor to ceiling puke or worse, and they'd have to clean it up. That was a two-person job, because she did not get paid enough to do it herself.
But she would not burst his bubble just yet, listing all the possibilities about what could be lurking in the water closet.
"I hope not," Marie's eyebrows knitted together in concern. "We will find out though, oui? Come with me, handsome." She went around the side of the bar to get Cohen, barely coming up to his shoulder - she didn't wear heels to work, so she was a rather compact succubus in black, with the contrast of wavy pink hair standing out. "Otherwise, your Christmas is going as well as mine is, I'm guessing?"