The wine-red liquid in the transparent glass, the colorful flashing lights, the deafening music, and the men and women in the dance pool who shake their heads and indulge themselves all seem so pale to me.
Sitting alone in the bar, in a dark corner where the light can't reach, I gently raise my glass and drink down that bitter poison.
In the next moment, I get up and walk into the dance pool, wildly swaying my body. With a slight drunkenness and dim lighting, I exchange a smile with a heavily made-up woman passing by, full of ambiguity.
Shoulders hooked, backs patted, and wanton eyes flying everywhere, the bar is indeed a great place for romantic encounters.