Liquid

Busy bodies move about this room stress seems to boil in her eyes as she takes orders and with watchful eyes manages the establishment at hand. Busy bodies cruise throughout the room taking orders and fulfilling desires of those throwing stress aside for a few hours - taking a break from their lives of bustle and bustle. Taking a break, any break before they break under the stressors of their lives. Ice filling cups. Liquor filling bodies. Smoke filling the air that once filled lungs. Releasing stress onto those taking the orders. The cycle of stress engulfing every tall order. Each order fulfilled. Destruction though it may seem each smoke filled breath each alcoholic sip of life we degenerate we decay despite our choices to prolong or not this life of choices….choosing regardless our adventure choosing our fate. Finished. Done. With no more to say.