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A Drunk Stumble through Downtown

After what felt a particularly reckless bus ride to the center of downtown (yes, the bus is supposed to drive through middle aisle in that building, I remind myself), I step into the elevator. I stumble over to the corner. Man, I'm dizzy. What have I been drinking? A girl sways about the elevator, obviously drunk also. She's talking, on and on, I'm not sure about what. Man, she's hot. She drops something from her hair. The other guy in the elevator picks it up and hands it to her on their way out.

I follow them, not really intending to, through the enclosed market, over a chained off brigde across a little stream running through the street, towards my destination: a bar/restaurant. Only it's closed. They blunder through the chain and are warned that the place is closed, that they're just serving the rest of their customers, and if they choose to stay there they could be forced to leave once they kick out the last of their regular customers. This is a little weird, since it's still light outside, but it doesn't bother the other two. They just go in and have a seat. It stops me though, and I begin to ponder the famous magickal alarm at this place's entrance. I decide to investigate.

But then I wake up, 6:30am, with a question pushing itself into my head. Did I just hear a knock at the door?

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