Janette had spent many-a-night drowning out her sorrows at El Francis, a tavern on the opposite side of town. She'd talk about her days
inbetween sobs and beer chugging, but almost always ended the night either passes out or being pounded by some guy willing to take
advantage of her. She'd been a loyal customer over the years, and grew to like the place. She came less and less for alcahol, and more
and more for the community.
That's why it came as a shock as she stood infront of the tavern, staring at the wooden planks barring entry, the giant, red text exclaiming
"KEEP OUT", and the numerous out of business signs. She was absolutely devestated. But peering between the boards, she could see
the shelves were completely STOCKED with alcahol. She'd be damned if she was going to pass that up. Not wanting to garner attention,
she walked into the alleyway, and tried to open the back entrance. Suprisingy, it was unlocked, which came off as odd. But she didn't
mind. Instead, she found herself in a backroom, staring at what APPEARED to be Francis' private reserve. Vintage wines lined the room
as her jaw dropped. She had hit a goldmine. Closing the door, she turned on the dim light, and began to gulp down the nearest wine bottle
she could find. Chugging until the entirety of it was drained, she licked her lips and stared at the bottle intently. "That was the GREATEST
wine I have EVER tasted." she said aloud, practically moaning in ecstacy. But she felt her hairs stand on end, and despite being insanely
satisfied, she felt odd.