***This is a lighthearted tale with allusion to drugs and violence.***

Together, You(Anon) and Trixie are trapped in a ruined warehouse after being kidnapped in a case of mistaken identity and held for ransom and subsequently stumbling across an illegal import business in the disguise of a legitimate wine producing company. You got nothing against cheap booze but when ponies start flinging magical energy bombs and charging you a man's got to step up and handle business. You know what I mean?

The exits are either blocked from debris or totally unusable. You are trapped and have nothing to do except wait for rescue. There's a table turned on its side with bullet holes through it in the middle of the room good chair and a half broken one though still usable. Boxes, barrels, and bottles of wine lay scattered and smashed all around. A single ray of light shines down and illuminates the table in the otherwise poorly lit area.