COTC INTERMISSION: Lead-up Commentary
The Disheveled Maniac Public House
Animo City, Lower Paradise
Charlotte staggers back to the bar, slowly losing her grip on her dwindling glass of CrackBucket '89. She's very much tipsy, having come here to empty her woes into the bottle. Three smashed barstools and 3 crushed patrons later, and here she was.
"HHH- CaN YOU BELEI-*hic*BELEIVE IT? ALL 4 OF THeM! AT OncE! HHhHhHHhHhh-"
Arbara Crek, a well-travelled alcoholic and an acquaintance, chuckles aside her. He is not quite as drunk.
"Ah heh, heh, yes, Charlie, they very much fell short of it, that much is true..."
"Ohhh, am I glad am I didn't show up to that pit. Sounds like the host has something crooked going on with 'is 'ead, heh heh heh..."
"A letter for you, Ma'am!"
An exceptionally skinny man dashes into the pub, wearing the uniform of a postman. A blue envelope waves around in the air.
"Oh, thank you, Wesley. Now, let's see here..."
"..."
Her face falls almost instantly, the alcohol suddenly being forced out of her body as a massive cloud of steam.
"Oh, bollocks."
