Lazarus

Black leather couches lined up one after the other along the bar, with a narrow corridor between the two filled with a crowd of bodies in various stages of undress. Arms reaching out over the bar to grab drinks in plastic wine glasses, chatter amongst the crowd, a firm pull on someone's leash... all this overlooking the stage and dancefloor downstairs. Those sitting on the couches looked subdued compared to the standing mass of bodies swaying, dancing, intertwining with each other as those waiting for their drinks at the bar competed with the ever-flowing stream of people crossing the room from one stairwell to another, coming from both directions - colliding with each other.