Magic Beer
Mark had been in the mood to drink. So he had. He was an adult and could do things like that. Except this beer had done something. He wasn't sure how much he had. Just that it seemed like a very good idea to go to the New York public library. Then it seemed like a good idea to organize everything by magic. Every book was put back in place. He hadn't meant to upset everyone by having it fly magically though as if the books were birds.

He also shouldn't have noticed how many books were missing. He should not have called up the spirits of past librarians and sent them to go fetch the missing books.

But he had. People were very upset and he found himself alone in a dark part of the library as the alcoholic haze began to lift.

And Mark felt very embarrassed and had a feeling he was going to get scolded by someone.