Jason slowly regained consciousness, and realized with a stab of disappointment that he was still in the same place that he had blacked out.
"Still," he muttered to himself, "I've come this far."
With that, he scurried back to the bathroom door. There was a gap where it didn't meet the floor, and Jason was able to squeeze under it without too much trouble. Once he was outside, he straightened up and dusted himself off. When he looked up, he was struck by how different the bar seemed from his new height. The ceiling stretched on endlessly, and even as he drank in the scene, he had to jump out of the way of a foot clad in a black high heel belonging to a lady entering the bathroom. Jason considered going after her, but as he looked up at the bar, he decided that it seemed like a rather classier option.
The only problem was of course, how to get up there. Jason hurried across the floor to the bar counter, and looked it over. The outside was sheer, and even if her could climb it, there was an overhang on the edge that he had no hope of clearing. He was pondering this issue when his gaze drifted to the bartender. He watched as she reached down and pulled a bottle from behind the counter, before lifting it back up. That was his chance! Jason slipped around behind the counter, and climbed up onto it's bottom shelf. There, he waited for his chance. When he saw the bartender reach into the shelf, he took a running jump, and managed to fasten his arms around the neck of the bottle.
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