SHATTERED AMBITIONS AT THE BAR

The neon signs flicker/glow/pulsate, casting a sickly light on prison the faces around/gathered/pressed inside. The air is thick with the scent/a haze of/cheap perfume and stale beer, a mixture that clings to/haunts/sticks to you long after you've left. Every cough, every chattering laugh/raucous joke/whispered secret, tells a story of dreams defer