Click

A single dim light shines down from overhead, casting a muted halo on the floor as it diffuses subtly to the rest of the room.

From that floor reaches a set of four legs up to the cushioned seat of a high, backless stool that has been situated slightly askew to the counter top.

The counter top is cold and veined, with speckles of geological debris reflecting bits of the sparse lighting; a small, dark puddle treading its surface, hungrily absorbing as many of those reflections as possible.

That dark puddle creates its own refractions as tiny ripples slide along the surface and ever so slightly expand the puddle's reach; each set of ripples catalyzed by the tumultuous splashdown of another droplet.

Viewed in high-zoom slow motion, the droplets' vast two-inch descent would be detailed by the traveling flare of illumination temporarily stolen from the overhead source, beginning from the first moment it stretched and swelled and reached itself away from the uncorked lip of the overturned bottle.

On its side lay the tinted glass bottle, its neck pointing toward some never possibility; unmoving and unchanging, a glint reflects, carrying yet another ray of light in yet another direction.

A single dim light shines down from overhead.

With a simple --click--
...
Lights out.