[ john remains knelt on the floor, staring dejectedly at the pool of vomit on the carpet. yet another stain to add to the collection. the smell is going to stick around for ages though, he thinks glumly and tosses the towel over it. cleaning it up can wait until it's actually light outside. ]

Nice to know you've got your priorities sorted.

[ his expression turns stony. his phone goes off and he sighs, fumbling it out of his pocket and reading the message. ]

It's from your brother. He saw all that. Says he's going to send someone over in a bit, unless I throttle you first. Then it'll be a hearse.

[ is that last bit an embellishment? who knows? ]