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You rouse unsteadily, holding your head. Jeez, that fuckin' hurts. How much did you have to drink last night, anyways?
As you look up, you notice the empty drink glasses on the bar in front of you. Oh. That explains it.
You look around. Sunlight streams in through the glass facade of the establishment, illuminating the mess that a night's drinking produces. A man in a custodial uniform wanders from booth to booth with a mop in tow, no real sense of urgency to his movements.
"Rough night?"
You jump, accidentally knocking one of the empty glasses to the floor. Sheepishly, you turn your gaze to the bartender behind the counter, who you hadn't even realized was still there. He sizes you up, the hint of a sardonic grin evident from underneath his rather impressive mustache.
"Somethin' like that." Your voice is unfamiliar to your ears, closer to that of a frog than any human you've ever heard. It takes great effort to say anything at all.
The bartender chuckles a bit.
"Well, at least nobody died. Thank God for that."
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