Well, life is probably just too unbearable. If you stay clear-headed all the time, you'd suffocate under the pressure; the only escape might be drowning yourself in alcohol.
Soon, the office worker who finished their glass of dark red liquor staggered to their feet and, with a slightly unsteady gait, made their way to the dance floor, where they began swaying alongside the others under the dim, flickering lights.
After that, more people trickled into the bar—most of them employees from nearby office buildings getting off work. Their situations were similar to the earlier worker; they came here to release stress.
They often wore suits and dress shirts, but upon arriving, they irritably loosened their ties or collars and tossed their jackets carelessly onto nearby sofas. The smell of sweat in the air? Mostly from them.
