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Andre's Party

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What happened at Adherennium Plotting something's Birthday Party in the Banana Bar? What did Andre give Adherennium Plotting something for his birthday?

I wake up with a pounding headache thanks to the hot afternoon sunlight blaring down on me.

Where am I?

It appears to be some sort of back alley.

Why does it stink?

I'm in a dumpster. Thankfully it's mostly empty.

Why am I cold?

I appear to be wearing nothing but a sombrero.

Getting to my feet, I crawl out of the dumpster and strategically move the sombrero south of the border to offer a modicum of decency. Peeking out at the busy street beyond the alley, I noticed the street sign. Avenida Benito Juarez ... HOW DID I GET TO MEXICO?!?

Last I can remember, we were all at the Banana Bar celebrating Adherennium Plotting something's birthday. Andre had given him an extraordinary gift in promising to name a major character after him in his magnum opus

Breakdancing My Way Through The Bible: A Folk Metal Odyssey, as mentioned in "Andre's Genre" 

. The drinks flowed like a river (as did Andre's portative organ melodies), and everyone was in good spirits. At least until ... well, things get pretty fuzzy after that.

I borrowed a phone off a nearby tourist who took pity on me with a "been there" look, and called up Andre at the Banana Bar. I had so many questions.

"Andre?" the person on the other end of the phone asked.

"No, I'm looking for Andre," I reacted in surprise. Andre was always at the Banana Bar.

"H-He... he's missing," the voice on the other end of the line stammered. "I thought you might be him calling to tell us he's okay."

"When was the last time you saw Andre?"

"The night of Adherennium Plotting something's birthday party. On the 3rd."

"Wasn't that last night?"

"That was four days ago."

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PAST FOUR DAYS?!?

"I see..." I began, not really knowing how to finish that thought because I didn't.

"Andre and a bunch of friends made a particularly strong batch of Rumchata Banana Cream Pie cocktails and, well, it kind of went downhill from there."

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. Those damned drinks. Every single time I tell myself it's the last time I'll ever drink one of those infernal drinks ... and every time someone (usually Andre) talks me into trying it again. On the plus side, if Rumchata Banana Cream Pies were involved, waking up naked in Mexico four days later would be considered by many to be getting off light in the consequences department.

Now I just have to figure out how to get home.

And how to find Andre.