A lanky man with two days of stubble, bloodshot eyes, and a bottle of liquor that might be better for cleaning surgical instruments than drinking dangling from his fingers pauses in the doorway and blinks.


Just for good measure, since this bar in the middle of his house hasn't gone away, he blinks some more.

Nope.

"Well, hell." Clearly we've moved to the 'hallucination' part of tonight's entertainment.