At a firewalk party, I had one goal in mind; to get pissed out of my fucking mine. I approached the easy-looking bartender, beginning to flirt with him. In the end, I got a free bottle of wine - no ID required. ‘Mission accomplished’, I thought. As i reached the steps no one came up, my face grimaced - they looked ancient. Half of the steps were missing. I sighed, ‘Fuck it’, I strolled up the stairs, missing a few steps occasionally. It was empty up here, but.. a nice view. I heard footsteps up the stairs as i walked behind the curtains.