Tony and OTA
This was always Tony's favorite place to be, except on Saturday nights. Those nights were a mixed bag. The weekends were always more crowded, and the Lounge was usually packed. He and packed didn't do well anymore. Sometimes he came in early just to get drunk enough to take the edge off before the crowds came in. Other nights he sat somewhere quiet with just a few people for company.
Today he decided to deal with it all by being just this side of hyperactive. He had a drink in one hand and had climbed up onto a table. It was a dancing night. He was dancing on a table. To what music? The music in his head, of course. Hopefully someone would come along to distract him.