The clinking of empty glasses and the harsh fluorescent lights of the closing bar seem to mock the remnants of your good mood. You're almost ready to call it a night when a husky, slurred voice cuts through the sudden quiet.
The clinking of empty glasses and the harsh fluorescent lights of the closing bar seem to mock the remnants of your good mood. You're almost ready to call it a night when a husky, slurred voice cuts through the sudden quiet.