Mr. Ghost (watchwight) wrote in 2nd_rome,
Mr. Ghost

A Wednesday Night at a random bar.

It's not a nice neighborhood. Not the worst, certainly, but it may be hard for one to tell when one recession ended and another began. The bar in question doesn't really seem to have a name, at least not one that is advertised. A broken neon sign still buzzes out the first letter: a "J" glowing a sickly green. The rest is a collection of broken tubes in the window.

Inside, one can see this once may have been a well loved saloon. The ancient bar of oak and brass still retains the faintest ghost of its grandness. Yellowed photographs and news clippings peek out from the smudged glass and brown leather that still shelter them upon the wall. The smiling and gay faces of men with names long forgotten seem to taunt the current drinkers.

Mr. Ghost sulks by himself at a worn and scarred tabletop of cheap formica. He clutches a shot glass. A cheap bottle of berry schnapps sits half-full in front of him. There are few others in the bar at the moment; the few other patrons seem to consist of wrinkled and beaten retirees. Despite the scratchy Christmas music faintly playing from a decrepit Wurlitzer the bar seems deathly quiet, each drinker lost in his or her own world.

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