It was an ethereal experience tapping into my memories like that. I was witnessing everything through my eyes, but I didn't belong. It was like I was an invader of my own body. There was no sound either. I could only see what was going on.
First, I nodded to Redding and turned toward the now intact stairs. There was a woman waiting for me at the top of the stairs. I could feel my face smile as she mouthed something. She took me to a room near the back of the hallway on the second floor. When we were inside she immediately went to the bathroom and I placed my duster on the table at the edge of the room. I undid my pistol belt and placed it on the table, too.
I reached inside my duster for my glorious bottle and placed it on the table. The woman came out in some scanty sleepwear and mouthed something else. I smiled again and nodded. We went over to the bed and-
-I was sitting in a chair next to the table. The woman was fast asleep on the bed. I looked at my bottle tentatively. I don't know what it was that I was thinking, but I was probably contemplating going south and finding this whole operation. I grabbed it and opened it. I stopped and looked at it again, and then I took a quick swig. My head was suddenly released of all pressure and then came crashing weighing my spine down and at the same instant, my throat burned more than swallowing the sun, it seemed.
I tried getting up, but I fell forward immediately upon leaving my seat. I guess I was drunk. I dragged myself to the door and propped myself up against it. Once I found my legs, and my ability to walk, I opened the door and walked heavily to the stairs. I stopped short of the first step and debated the way down. I took the first step and went reeling over the edge onto a wooden desk. That explains the broken railing. As I got my bearings I noticed Redding was laughing so hard he was red.
I stumbled over to him knocking over chairs and bumping into fellow drunks. When I balanced myself on the edge of the counter I started forcefully pointing at him. Still chuckling, he mouthed something and I started laughing uncontrollably. I slumped down against the counter still laughing. Suddenly, I stopped.
I picked myself up again and made for the back of the bar. I found the door to the cellar in the kitchen. I opened it up and made another fateful step down the stairs just to fall forward. The cellar was poorly lit by some makeshift lamps. There were crates and crates of alcohol and large barrels of what I can only assume were more alcohol. I looked around, and gathering myself up, found a small metal door in the far wall across from myself.
Grabbing a bobby pin from my pocket, I made for the locked safe. Sixteen bobby pins later, I forced the door open and there it was: two crates of that godlike alcohol and a few papers and letters stuffed between them. Just as I was about to grab the papers a force against my side threw me far to the left. It probably would have hurt horribly if I was sober, but luckily I was in a drunken daze.
The source of the force was in the darker part of the cellar. I grabbed one of the lamps and pointed it toward the area. Super mutant. He was angry, too. He probably would have ripped me in two if he wasn't chained up. He began gnashing at me trying to reach for me. I slowly reached for the contents of the safe grabbing one of the crates and knocking it over to the ground. Two bottles shattered, but the rest were okay.
I grabbed a bucket and started pouring the bottles inside. I pushed the bucket slowly toward the behemoth (He wasn't really a behemoth) with my foot. The super mutant suddenly calmed and observed the bucket. He grabbed it and swallowed its contents in one gulp. He made the same face that I likely made when I tried the stuff. He tried getting up but lunged forward face first onto the floor. The chains suddenly burst at different points freeing the beast.