"Hey buddy, are you done with the essay due tomorrow?" A young boy, with a muscular build, asked his friend.
"How. I ask how? You were right there in the baseball field with me?" His friend snatched his laptop to take a look at the essay.
"The word count for my essay isn't high, but I sure am" The third one pointed at his essay, which was almost blank, and laughed.
The dimly lit bar was herded by a bunch of baseball players, who were too occupied in the essay due the next day. One of them has requested the bartender to lower down the loud music, which was still pounding in their ears. Peanuts, and an order of fries, was placed on their table along with a couple of empty beer cans.
Men and Women, who looked older than they are, were still enjoying the music, too drunk to care about the change in the volume. Few of them, slumped on the bar, taking shots.
A group of women, sitting on the corner, consoling a crying stranger they found on the bathroom floor.
