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Familiar Sights.

Stacked plastic ‘glassware’, carafes of cranberry juice, orange juice, and tonic, a bottle of grey goose, a bucket of ice. Somewhere, a blonde with a gold top and white shorts is dancing with a shot glass raised overhead; the after image of camera flashes hang in your vision, cocktail waitresses in fishnets alternate between forced smiles and bitter sneers, a bouncer sternly enforces the no-sitting-on-the-speaker rule, and that one girl who hates going to clubs but was dragged out by her cheering friends is four shots over her limit and will be happy to pretend not to remember the guy leading her towards the door.

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