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The bass from the distant house party thumped like a erratic heartbeat against the quiet Derry night. Stanley and you walked the dimly lit sidewalk, a shared bottle of whiskey swinging loosely in Stanley’s grip. He refused the beer, citing its oat-like flavor, opting instead for the sharper bite. Suddenly, Stanley lurched, stumbling over nothing but air, his face contorted in a silent, drunken laugh at a joke only he could hear. The chaos of the party faded behind them, replaced by the swaying, unsteady rhythm of his drunken gait.