High Voltage/Let them go
From Create Your Own Story
One of the drunkards gave me some sort of cockeyed grin and apologized for spilling the beer. I nodded my head, and started walking down the ramp. "Come on!" I shouted after they were out of earshot. The spilled beer sort of made it look like I wet myself. At the foot of the ramp, I grabbed some napkins and tried to dry up some of the beer, but it was a lost cause.
The two things I needed were sold at separate locations. I determined my beer was a priority. And based on the way the lines looked, I could order two and finish one by the time I needed one of my hands free to carry Jess's pretzel. Renovations to the stadium were ongoing in this section and the hallways were constricted with scaffolding. Large conduits carried service cables through the hallways. I followed the conduits to the beer booth and waited in line. Apparently it was pretty easy to obtain fake IDs these days because half of the line in front of me appeared underage. A large cheer erupted from the stadium, and it was clear we had scored a touchdown.
The blonde and the brunette in front of me were already a few drinks deep. The brunette went to the counter as the blonde held back. I guess only one of them was actually over 21. Sure enough the brunette ordered two beers and passed one of them to the blonde. The blonde fumbled and missed the cup. I felt glued to the floor as I watched the cup tumble onto the ground. The entire floor was covered in a thin layer of water; the stadium hands probably just spray the walls and floors down with a hose to clean. I saw that I was standing in the puddle, and the beer was slowly tumbling onto a junction between two conduits. A junction that was not rated for the expected amperage based on the size of the two conduits. The amber liquid hit the junction and blue sparks flew as the lights went off.
When the lights did come back on, it was very bright and disorienting.
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