Drunk Again
The thump of the rock music hits you deep in the chest; it’s intoxicating, like a siren’s song to crash your night against the rocks of Jägermeister and stoop beer. What is this place? The name screams at you, bursting into light as soon as the thought enters your mind…
“Drunk Again” – what a name for a bar! Of course you’re drunk again – is anyone in there ever sober? The blue neon mermaid above the front door raises and lowers her tail suggestively, an eternal tease. Smoke from the stage billows out underneath its western swing doors, inviting you in. The posters promise ‘2for1 Coors’, ‘fresh cheesesteaks’ & ‘live music’, each one further curling a smile on your lips and whetting your appetite.
You take another step towards the door – the flashing lights inside seems to crack in time with the snap of lightning above, as if some Greek god is commanding the very skies to pulse to the rhythm of the music. The heaving, swaying mass of partying bodies inside move in unison like a Greek chorus, exploding in colour… it’s so exciting, the tribal drums demanding you tear up the dance-floor.
Cold, frosty beer… cheesesteaks… live music… do you enter?
To your left, as mysterious as the town itself, a bunker sits on it’s own.. has it always been there? It’s so big, how haven’t you seen it before? What even IS it?
Walk left, heading towards the mysterious bunker
Walk right, to the edge of the town square