Club Scene: Interior, lounge area. There are people milling about. Lounging.
I was drunk at mezzanine once, tripped over the velvet rope and to catch my fall I palmed one of these tables with one arm which ended up flipping it over, it was full of champagne bottles. They flew over the rail to the floor/audience below. When the woman grabbed my arm and said you need to pay for that my response was “FUCK YOU BITCH”
Then I went looking for my wife and told her “I think I should leave this place, I did some bad” she asks “what did you do?” my friend rob says “Serg just supermanned some bottle service table!”