Head back downstairs

From Create Your Own Story

Current revision as of 16:22, 20 January 2013

You're a little overwhelmed up here, and feel very exposed and alone. After a few undecided seconds, you change your mind, ready to head back down. You're half jogging down the stairs when something strange happens.

The lights go really dim.

“It’s Friday night!” a man’s voice announces over some sort of speaker. “Time for Blackout at the Midtown Pub!”

At the dimming, there are cheers. You stumble in the dim light, and slam into someone half-way down the stairs.

"Careful, guy," an annoyed voice says, and a strong arm takes your shoulder before you go sprawling.

You right yourself, beyond embarrassed, and look up. The stairwell has almost no light in it, but your eyes adjust and you see a tall stocky guy with a thick neck and black hair. He's wearing a sleeveless black shirt and his arms are thick and covered with dark hair. He has a pockmarked face - like he had bad acne as a kid and it scarred him - but even though he's not handsome, he's incredibly masculine, in a rough-around-the-edges way. He's older than you, maybe in his late forties.

"The lights," you say, confused.

"Blackout night," the older man says. "Last Friday of every month. Travel guide says this place gets pretty wild when the lights go down."

"Oh," you say, and right yourself. Pretty wild? You make another move to go past.

"Where's the fire?" he asks, once you're both balanced again. "You ran into me pretty fast there."

You say...

• "Sorry!" and head on home. Obviously this just isn't the bar for you.
• "No fire, but you're pretty hot."
• "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."