Innocent Brown Paper Bag or Not So Innocent Sambuca?

So it's 6 in the morning, you've been out all night loosing at a table tennis tournament drinking free wine, and you wake up not having the foggiest idea where the hell you are. You check for you kidneys, phone and wallet, and once your certain you have them all, get up and stumble off. Suddenly a police car pulls up beside you

"Excuse me young sir"

Luckily you still have your blazer on and look mildly respectable .

"Yes" you reply in a squeaky voice

You look down and realise your still holding the dregs of the Sambuca you we're chugging away 3 hours previous. 'Oh shit' you think to your barely conscious self, or maybe it was your unconscious self, 'he's going to arrest me'

"Do you know where Leadly Street is sonny?"

Your heart lifts out of your stomach.

You slur some murmurings and murmur some slurs and he drives on, apparently you told him something useful.

Why didn't he arrest me you think, you we're holding the Sambuca and everything. Maybe because he works in London and your just a drunk on the street that he really can't be arsed dealing with,

Or a more likely reason is that you were holding your cunningly disguised Sambuca bottle, which had been packaged to make it look like it was just a simple brown paper bag... genius

You wander off, and the 6 o'clock calmness is restored.

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