Alex made his way through the old house looking for a phone line. Room after room left him empty handed but at least he was doing something, rather than Zack and Sam, who were probably still shaking in there boots, he thought laughing to himself. He found an exercise room, a parlor of some kind, and billiard room but none of them had a phone. Alex was just about ready to head back when he found a small bar room.
“Maybe these wont be a whole loss.” he mussed stepping behind the bar. He checked around and found, surprisingly, the bar was filled. Whoever left this place behind, left all of their liquor behind. Scotch, whiskey, bourbon. There was plenty there, so why not have his fill? Maybe the drinks would warm him up a bit, he was still cold from the rain.
Drink after drink, Alex downed the treasure he found and started to dull his senses. After he had satisfied his thirst he decided to move on, making a mental note to where the bar was.
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