Junebell's Story - A Very Drunk Goblin, and a Terrible Apartment Building

The apartment lurches hard. Plaster bursts from the ceiling, and the whole floor tips toward a widening split in the boards. A line of bottles skates across the slant, racing for the crack.

Mr. Henderson slams into the wall, winded and white-faced, one hand braced there as he stares at Junebell. The thudding below turns into a grinding groan.

A bottle bumps the edge of the crack and teeters, amber sloshing inside it. Another rolls straight toward Junebell’s feet as dust pours down around them.

The apartment gives another violent shudder, and the opening in the floor widens enough to swallow the nearest bottle whole.