Booze, booze and more booze - Main floor
It was a little after midnight when Seth stumbled through the doorway of the gateway pub. He had been drinking alone in his motel room, still recouping from the hellish night he had spent at the titty twister. A week later and a ton of tequila had done little to ease his guilt and when he decided to head out for more booze, here was this mystical bar. As though the gods had heard his inebriated pray and sent him. Seth was too far gone to question how a pub came to be outside his door and cared even less as he reached the bar, leaning against the wooden top.
"Bartender!" He called out. "A bottle of your cheapest tequila and a shot glass. Hell, fuck the shot glass. Just give me the damn bottle".