We were sat downstairs, but the food and drinks were served over three floors, so we had a lot of stairs to climb up, and down.
On the top floor there was a long open wall, with clear views to the sky beyond.
There were three jet-black clouds, like bulbous distorted giant balloons, filled with cephalopod excrement, as though the Rorschach ink blots had all at once come to life.
My younger brother said he couldn't drink, not in his condition.
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