A second after Rick shut off the sink, the chalice began to glow, erasing any of Jim's doubts. Then, in an instant, they weren't in the bathroom anymore. Instead, they were at a strip club, sitting at one of the tables.
"Maybe you can decide where to go after all," Rick said.
"But I wasn't thinking of coming here. I wasn't really thinking of anything," Jim said, talking a little louder than normal, to be heard over the loud music.
"Well, I guess after I mentioned a strip club earlier, my mind sort of drifted towards it. But who cares? It worked! I told you it was real."
"I believe you," Jim said. He looked around and saw guys hooting and hollering at the two strippers up on stage.
"Here are your drinks," a waitress suddenly said.
Jim looked up and saw a sexily-dressed woman handing him a glass. "Is that alcoholic?"
The waitress looked confused. "It's what you ordered."
"But I didn't ..."
"Jim," Rick said, grabbing his attention. "Just take it."
Jim and Rick took their drinks, then when the waitress left, Rick leaned across the table. "I told you before. When you transport somewhere, it's as if you were already there."
"Oh," Jim said, reaching for his alcoholic beverage (whatever it was). As he watched the strippers dance on stage, he took a sip.
"Jim!" Rick yelled out suddenly. "You're drinking from the chalice!"
