Jonah and Dice
Fucking yes. We have found the wine cellar.
It’s all bottles in wooden diamond shelves. Dust is everywhere, and there are candles throwing up a million shadows. I make my hand look like a bunny, until another shadow swoops from the ceiling and obliterates it. My fingers goes numb.
I grab one of the bottles and look at the label, but I don’t know wine. The label’s faded, anyway, and coated with grime. Old’s good, I understand, so I go for the cork.
Jonah slaps the bottle out of my hand and it lands standing straight up on its neck.