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Just bananas

DAY 3 PROMPT
It's a funny thing now that we are all gathered here in The Banana Bar with our muses, waiting for the Day 3 prompt to finally be revealed, when all of a sudden the lights went out, and when the lights came back on you find yourself in the Banana Bar Basement.
Oh No! That's not good. Luckily there was a pen and paper left behind, probably by the last group of bloggers I trapped in the basement somehow. Write about what you find or discover in the basement, and how you find your way out. or if you find your way out Do you meet anyone down there? Is your muse helpful in helping you navigate a path back upstairs?

Ref- The basement guy in the Banana Bar staff intros.



I hate basements, they always seem to be full of spiders, snakes, and or rats. Did I mention ghosts? Basements have ghosts too. Or worse ghost spiders, snakes, and or rats. "Daisy, I don't suppose you saw how we ended up down here did you?"

What a pretty spiderweb. Sorry, what? No. Though I think I heard a door slammed and locked in that direction. She pointed lasily off towards several rows of bottle racks.

I left her to get bitten by a black widow and began investigating in the direction she had waved. In her haphazard way of remaining corporeal, Daisy appeared from behind a rack of bottles.

I sure hope wine doesn't go bad, some of these bottles are hundreds of years past their expiration dates.

That's weird I didn't think Andre was the kind of classy that had a wine cellar. I examined the nearest bottle. It had a screw top. That was exactly the kind of class I expected from Andre. "Hey Daisy, Why don't you just do that moving through space thing you do and find the way out of here, I think I am going to check some of these bottles to make sure they haven't gone bad," I picked up a Chateau Lafite Rothschild - Pauillac 1978 and swore. It was a good vintage, definitely no screw top on this one. My loss, I didn't have a bottle opener. I went and opened a screw top bottle and took a swig. My mistake the harsh burn of cheap banana rum burned the whole way down. How can this possibly be? So I checked another screw top bottle. Slightly better banana rum. I considered breaking open one of the expensive bottles, but it would be a waste of good wine if I was wrong, and good rum if I was right. Why would someone go to the trouble of putting banana rum into wine bottles? Lilli must be hiding it from Andre, it's the only explanation. Well I am not going to tell him. I like having a banana daiquiri every once in a while.

Uh, there's a hatch and a ladder this way... Do I smell rum?

"Just lead the way out now please."

Follow me.

Daisy ran me around in circles finally coming to a stop in front of a rickety ladder leading up into the darkness. I began climbing. The higher I got the worse the idea looked. I got to the hatch and just as I pushed it open and climbed through the ladder collapsed. I sat panting behind the bar and looked down into the deep dark hole I had just escaped. I closed the hatch. The bar was stocked with all manner of good banana rum. I poured myself a shot. Two sips told me it was more water than rum. I looked at the hatch and considered the idea of going back down into the basement.