this is not supposed to happen [thk, dante's]
"Oh my GOD."
...uh oh. Relax, Dante's patrons, it's not a crisis! For ONCE. At about 1 AM, though, the bar's interior flickered and changed--the wooden chairs are now a different shade entirely, the left wall is black instead of red, and the bar? About six inches longer than it was before. Along with a few other changes. Wanda is running down the stairs, with a sheet wrapped around herself, her eyes wide. She slows on the bottom step, staring at the change in the room.
"Oh...my God," she says, a little weakly. It's funny. It's also really, really embarrassing. Wanda is bright red, especially since she rushed down there, um...dressed interestingly. Everything is covered, thanks, it's a big sheet, and she's got it tightly held around her body. But still--she didn't really think this one through too well.
She's a little too busy trying to figure out what all she just did to, you know, go upstairs and fix that.
Don't worry, she'll clue in. Eventually.
...uh oh. Relax, Dante's patrons, it's not a crisis! For ONCE. At about 1 AM, though, the bar's interior flickered and changed--the wooden chairs are now a different shade entirely, the left wall is black instead of red, and the bar? About six inches longer than it was before. Along with a few other changes. Wanda is running down the stairs, with a sheet wrapped around herself, her eyes wide. She slows on the bottom step, staring at the change in the room.
"Oh...my God," she says, a little weakly. It's funny. It's also really, really embarrassing. Wanda is bright red, especially since she rushed down there, um...dressed interestingly. Everything is covered, thanks, it's a big sheet, and she's got it tightly held around her body. But still--she didn't really think this one through too well.
She's a little too busy trying to figure out what all she just did to, you know, go upstairs and fix that.
Don't worry, she'll clue in. Eventually.