The flat, wooden bar top was scratched and dented from time and wear. The clinking of glasses and the scraping of chair legs against floorboards, a raucous symphony. Tight-lipped women sipped beer with steady hands while the staff flipped rocks glasses from dazzling heights, catching them behind sweaty backs. A man drank gin and pushed the worry about his empty apartment to the back of his mind. No one was alone in this place; no one was no one.