INSIDE THE SMALL BAR, (a bar you wouldn’t take your family for a birthday dinner, no matter how good the wings were) a customer danced beside the jukebox, which wasn’t a working jukebox, and was there probably to remind people of other, better bars. Besides, not many people under forty even knew how to use a jukebox anymore, even if it had been working. Except most people in here were over forty. The point was, the jukebox made no music.
The woman had a glazed, drunken look on her face, and despite the cliché, she was dancing like no one was watching, though most people had been watching, but no one was now, after the dance had gone several minutes and showed no sign of stopping.