After hitting the museum, the sports arena, the concert hall, and various other interesting locales, I suggested we go to an art gallery. Marvin rolled his eyes and said, "Ugh. I was hoping to avoid that. Bo-ring." I told him he didn't have to go if he didn't want to - I could always ring up Gus when he came off duty at the Fruitworks. That made Marvin a tad jealous for some reason, but I really liked the idea. The three of us ended up going. Much to Marvin's delight, Gus was good friends with the security guard at the Leviathan Gallery of Fine Art and he used his pass-key to sneak us into the room where the wine was kept for receptions and openings. Man, did we get tanked.
This is a painting by the famed Master Schneider. I was fascinated by what I thought were faces hidden in the painting. Turns out that wine in Leviathan is almost twice as strong as it is where I come from. I was so fascinated with this painting I passed out cold in front of it.