They call it Happy Hour. Yet, no one seems really overjoyed to be here. Instead, this place is rockin' a vibe of abject desperation. I watch in faint amusement as the ladies in this joint attempt to look faintly bored. They fixate their attention on updating their social media status and do their best to tamp down their anxiety.
The men in this place are drinking too much and guffawing a bit too loudly. They aren't really on the prowl... at least not in the strictest sense.