Lagamorph wrote:Get pissed on cheap tesco own brand cider before going to her house
A feeling of overwhelming thirst suddenly overcomes you.
I want a drink... strawberry float it, it's Saturday night... for a few more minutes, anyway. I wonder where I can buy booze around here?
Despite being an appropriately empty, spooky village, Barrenside inexplicably has a 24-hour Tesco. Although you're the kind of private investigator that takes cases several hours away and believes horseback is the best way to travel, you're not so cut off from the modern world that you don't have a debit card. You purchase two large bottles of the Value Range cider from the friendly self-serve machine and crack one open as soon as you exit the store, swigging heartily.
As you trek to the address the old woman gave you, you realise [hic] that you've finished the first two-litre bottle already. Your walking becomes a little [hic] more wayward but you manage to find the address. An old, large stone house is set in the ground before you, amongst the trees. Not a single light blares from within; only the moon's gaze illuminates your view.
What shall you do - knock? Ring the bell? Call the woman on your phone? Or something else?