He's not entirely sure why he came here. He's not that much of a drinker, and there aren't even any of his friends to keep him company. In all honesty, he's uncomfortable. His pint is too bitter, and the air is so thick that he almost gags on it. It permeates cigarette smoke, alcohol, and darkness. The pub seems to have a disregard for the non-smoking rule. He has a hard time even finding the smoking-prohibited sign, as the level of illumination is set at a perpetual twilight. Various lamps are dotted around the room, emitting a golden glow. Despite the number of these light bringers, they do not seem to lighten up the area; nor his mood. He feels a deep sense of disconnection, but still he glances around the pub, desperate for company.
There are a few people seated on chairs and barstools, most of them near the bar. Three elderly men are in a heated conversation about politics, gesticulating wildly, almost spilling their pints. A young couple, seated in the corner near one of t