@shiicn replied to your post: “Man, that was some drink. I thought that carved...
On some very, very deep untouched part of Joey’s subconscious, perhaps the bakery is attached to some connotation of ‘home’ - or at least, on some basic level, a place of comfort; a safe haven away from the grittier, daily realities of his his life. So it’s only natural that behind the colorfully drunk abstracts swirling behind his eyelids, he reimagines the illuminated storefront ( filled with the aroma of baked goods ) as the beacon he stumbles to after a very wild Halloween party.
The door frame vibrates from the force of him pushing the entrance open with the unrestrained strength akin to a toddler - but he’s made it - and even through the blur of his intoxicated state he’s aware of this. He’s also aware, very suddenly, that he really, really has to go to the bathroom.
Surprised by this realization, he sort of stands there in stupor, swaying any which way as his brain scrambles for the concept of ‘bathroom,’ but try as he might, he comes up blank.
Making no thought of where Shion might be ( it’s not important, the place itself is enough ), he fumbles with the zipper of his jeans, forcefully shoves them down to his knees as he squats------
------and takes a steaming hot shit right in the middle of the floor.