...Hues of smoke hung thickly in the air enveloping the atmosphere. The look of it resembled Jazz or cigar lounges from the roaring twenties. All the fittings and furnishings in the quaint space complimented the ambiance. Much of the interior hadn’t been changed much since the bar opened in the twenties. In stark contrast however, those congregating within enthralled in their own devices of substances and hallucinogens appeared out of place against the rustic backdrop. This one and that one had made conscious attempts to represent eras passed through their choice of dress. Thrifting or hipster regalia, they called it. Still, none had done much to represent the period the bar itself hailed from. It was all regardless since all of them cared more about losing themselves in the music or their medicinal crutches. Each one was trying as best they could to escape their personal demons. Passed the brick face arch bearing a mural of Lord Kitchener, the Lord after whom the bar was christened, was a modest courtyard crowded to the brim with malnourished looking youths of an integrated variety. Even thicker hues of smoke rose up from the thicket of drunken individuals, this one bearing the distinct smell of marijuana and other such illegalities...@
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