Vacant Bar Red plush stools lined neatly up along the bar stood there silent and very sober waiting for the bar to open, last night had been a restless one people moving about unable to sit still, a few had even fallen off to squalls of laughter. Now silence was deep and for those who are not seduced by coloured light and artificial ambiance can see wear ant tear and sighs hungry souls. An empty bar speaks not of fun, here is no mirth draping a chair like a stole on a rich woman’s shoulder, but of melancholy and it feels no glee for those who fall into abyss where laughter is an angst ridden scream