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Rick's private pet peeves, he shook his head in disgust, and he thought to himself how he'd have to, yet once again, clean up after some fucked-up, lazy slob of a human being.
     
    “I fucking hate people!” Rick breathed, suddenly shivering and just wanting to get back inside his warm condo as soon as possible.
     
    Reaching down, Rick then grabbed the narrow neck of the bottle and lifted it up to examine it. Surprisingly, the bottle didn't appear to be cracked, nicked, or broken at all. He had no idea how a glass bottle could have been dropped from any of the balconies overhead and honestly not break on impact? Then, examining the fat, rounded bottom of the bottle, he saw one side of it was dirty, as if it had possibly landed in one of his empty pots with a dead plant in it and then bounced out.
     
    Not wanting to spend anymore time outside than he absolutely had to, Rick just skipped inside his condo, closed his sliding glass door, and then shutoff his porch light. Holding the glass bottle up again, he inspected it better in the brighter, indoor light. The fat and rounded base of the bottle was a deep royal blue color, and then, along the bottle's narrow neck, the rich color then blended and faded into an oceanic blue towards the top of its neck. Unlike other hard alcohol bottles he had seen though, this particular bottle had deep etchings and a crisscross cut to the glass, which reminded him more of old china cut glass that his mom had when he was a kid, than a hard alcohol bottle. In addition, he didn't see any markings or lettering indicating what was inside the bottle. The glass too was a lot heavier than he expected, and it curiously didn't appear to have any liquid in it at all and was empty. Though he originally thought it might be a liquor bottle, he now saw it had a decorated cap, and it didn't appear to have been opened yet.
     
    Appraising it in the brighter light, Rick found the bottle surprisingly pretty impressive, and Rick thought that it might actually make a cool decoration for his place. Though he had friends that liked to collect hard alcohol bottles and place them over their cabinets as drinking trophies, this wasn't something he did, as he wasn't much of a drinker. But this bottle looked pretty neat, and just the way the color changed from the deep blue to a pretty azure color up the neck was fascinating all on its own. Heck, it might even make a great conversation piece, as he could explain how he just found it out on his balcony.
     
    As he continued to examine the bottle, Rick noted that it did need a little washing to get the dirt and dust off, but other than that, the glass didn't appear chipped, scratched, or otherwise damaged at all. The bottle was so nice, the thought then occurred to him that he might even be able to make it into a vase of sorts and put it on his kitchen table with the random flower in it or something. The only thing it appeared to need was a good wash and it would make a fine decorative piece to his humble little home. In the end, Rick decided it was actually a pretty cool find after all, but he still thought a plague needed to come to wipe out people who carelessly littered.
     
    Still, he was pretty curious about what the bottle could have possibly been used for originally, so he grabbed the ornate cap in order to pull it off and then take a whiff inside. The cut-glass cap came off rather easily, but before he was able to put the bottle to his nose to take a whiff, strange smoke started puffing out from inside the bottle.
     
    “What the fuck?!” Rick breathed, quickly putting the bottle down on his little table, taking a wary step back, and dropping the ornate cap onto the floor.
     
    Within seconds, the few innocent wisps of hot pink fumes turned into a full fury of billowing smoke, as if the bottle had a raging fire inside. Along with the heavy smoke came a swishing sound, like the sound of dozens of birds streaking by overhead at the same time.
     
    Immediately