Lauren stumbled back, falling onto a chair and being dumped over the back of it. Landing directly on his head, Lauren growled, pulling himself up using a nearby table. He shook his head to clear the pain a bit. Grabbing a large bottle from a nearby table, he flipped it in his hand so that it was upside-down.

"Mefautretourneràlaputequim'aaccouchée putain de merde!" He yelled, running forth and swinging the bottle wildly, stopping just before he reached the woman, where he bared his teeth at her, then throwing the bottle down with all the force he could muster. 

He didn't even know if he hit or not when he dropped the bottle and moved to grab a chair, if he hadn't hit, he was wide open, but he was sure he had to hit at a distance so short.