As you walk across the grimy bus floor, you approach the drunkard's titanic sneakers. They were coated in all sorts of dirt and city filth, but luckily for you, the laces were untied and hanging loosely on the floor. Trusting that this man's night wasn't over, you climb aboard his shoe and wait patiently as the bus enters the next town over...
" Last call Sam! Get off my damn bus!" You hear the driver shout. The giant above you groans as he slowly rises to his feet and stumbles out of the bus and down the street. His footsteps are uneven and on multiple occasions, you think he's about to fall over. But Sam manages to find his target: an old West-themed bar still popping at this time of night. The world erupts in deafening noise coming from the bar speakers and the countless voices and shouts from the midnight crowd.
"SAM!!! I knew you'd be here!" You hear a booming voice from the background make its way towards you. The voice belonged to an equally incapacitated man with a strong Tennessee accent. As the two men joke and greet each other, you quickly hear something alarming.
"I hate to keep ya on your feet buddy but Michael's got us a table over at the ladybird"
You don't know what's best at this point, staying with Sam and his drinking buddies or jumping off and finding someone else to help you...
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