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Entheogen stood up from his chair in the corner of the room with great haste, after realizing his business associate did not, in fact, exist. He searched around the room, looking for the door to make an exit, but he could no longer find it, despite having a vivid image of where it had been before. He approached the bar, social situations were always a bit awkward, but manageable. He glanced at the selection of alcohol. He hadn't had a drop of alcohol for 3 years now, though he was in no way against it, alcohol was a psychoactive drug but in no way a psychedelic, so he was safe. "Yeah... I'll have... um... a jagerbomb..."