[Clark]
I sat alone on one of the round tables, gulping down on a bottle of vodka. Loud music sounded from the speakers which were placed in strategic positions, about twelve in all. Most people danced with their partners on the floor while a few others sat, drinking bottles after bottles of strong wine.
It was no place to have a conversation, especially a private one unless the parties involved didn't mind screaming their messages to each other.
I sat soberly on the couch, drinking vodka directly from the bottle. Of what use is the glass if I would be consuming bottles and not glasses of vodka.
Watching the dancers, like I half expected, had not lifted my mood a bit, if anything, it had made me sober even more.