Town.

The wicked witches guard the entrance way, so enter at your peril. Dancing is a minimal requirement, in the land of drunken smiles. Bring your buddies, and see who can laugh the loudest. Billows of smoke usher from a collection of semi circles. The highest heels, the shortest dress, wins the war of affections in this meat market. The music is playing, but its only a noisy distraction as the horde swagger in time. Beautiful people saying ugly words. The illusion fades as sobriety hits. Quick! Quick! Like Cinderella at the ball, we must flee this scene, burger in hand. Until we drink some more.