Will ran back to the bar and began pulling down bottles, gathering them up under his arm.  He grabbed up several handtowels on his way to rejoin the guests, and he popped off a lid on one of the bottles before stuffing the end of a towel inside.<br/><br/>Smiling casually, he ambled back over to where the other guests were arming themselves, shaking his makeshift Molotov.  "I'll try to pin 'em in, and you guys can take 'em out!"