[ WP ] The sober world is one place , and the drunk world is another . What happens as you begin drinking ?

My third glass hit the table with a resounding *thump*. As the burn began feeling its way down my throat, I looked my opponent in the eyes. He looked nervous, like he had never seen the other world before. His shaky hands reached for his fouth glass, lifting it cautiously to his lips. Before he could summon his common sense, the glass was emptied into his mouth, and a harsh swallow soon unfolded. Not to be outdone, I grabbed the next glass in my line, slamming it back. The chatter in the room began softening with the lights, leaving only myself, my foe, and the table in front of me within my perception. As his eyes traced back to his next drink, they widened slightly. I looked at my own glass. A thick, shimmering purple filled the little cup, enticing all who witnessed it. But no one could witness it. No one was here. The room had slowly become a black void, the only light being the bulb above us, surrounding us in a perfect circle of dim, inocculous radiance. As he lifted his next glass, I quickly raised my own into the center of the table. The only thing I could think of to say as our glasses clinked was `` Mind the gap.'' In that moment, I realized how much we had drank, and my head hazily reminded me of how stupid that sounds. There were no trains to take us there, no device we could use as transport. The liquor washed over our tongues as we lifted them. I swear I heard it twinkle like a star as it found its final home within my stomach. A small noise caught my attention. I had heard it before, but I could n't place it, like the chattering of a squirrel caught in a building's echo. The young man in front of me looked nervous, I supposed he heard it too. 
 `` Nothin' left to do but drink,'' I playfully smiled at him. His resolve hardened as we grabbed our next glass. *Which is this? The fifth? Sixth? Seventh glass? * They all ran together as the roiling liquid kissed my stomach. 
 I could've sworn the dark room was briefly washed in purple as the sound grew louder. Other lights in the room began to wordlessly click on. Not that I could see any better, but I could see the bulbs. 
 It was n't so much a game anymore between us, as a journey I was leading this youngster on. I lifted my next glass as a show of friendship. *clink* 
 The fixtures in the room began to finally cast their light as the noise became obvious: there were people around us. Of course there were: we're in a bar. Not the same bar, but still identical. 
 As I looked out into the brightening room, I was suddenly snapped into `` reality'' as a body came flying across our table. None of these people were the same, not even the bartender. I grabbed my next glass, ready to explore with my new friend.
